The Officer's Runaway Wife and Secret Son novel Chapter 513

Rhys didn't respond, and Owen didn't elaborate. Instead, he reached for the nearest bottle of liquor.

"You just took medication."

"It's fine, it won't kill me." Owen waved him off and poured himself a full glass.

Rhys's eyes dropped to Owen's hand. It was trembling slightly—a subtle tremor that would be missed if one wasn't paying attention, and one that Owen himself likely didn't even notice.

He pulled his gaze away and headed to the restroom.

As the dinner wound down, Shawn waved everyone over to the karaoke and lounge area on the other side of the suite.

This VIP room cost a fortune, taking up half the floor. The dining area was on one side, and past a decorative screen was a sprawling circular sofa facing a massive projector screen.

More premium liquor was opened, songs were queued up, and microphones were passed around. As the intro to a song hit, several guys pulled their dates close and started belting out the lyrics.

Clara sat on the corner sofa. Rhys was on her right, his elbow resting on the back of the couch, his knuckles rhythmically tapping against her shoulder.

He hadn't said much since returning from the restroom. His expression was normal when he sat down, but Clara could tell his mind was racing.

Owen had said Margot was treated worse than a dog at home.

When a man used words like that to describe a woman, it meant he either despised her or purely didn't care about her at all.

Yet, Owen was secretly involved with Margot. He had brought her in and out of that vacant apartment more than once.

It was a glaring contradiction.

Across the way, Owen looked like a completely different person.

Twenty minutes ago, he was slouching lazily in his chair, his eyes heavy, his words slurring.

Two pills later, he was sitting up straight. He was talking a mile a minute, constantly raising and lowering his glass to toast the people next to him, his laughter booming over the music.

Rhys pressed his thumb down slightly, rubbing the fabric of Clara's shoulder.

Clara turned to look at him.

They locked eyes. Clara gave a subtle nod, and Rhys picked up his teacup, standing to take the empty seat right next to Owen.

"Hey, Rhys, it's the holidays! Humor us and have at least one drink," Shawn said, offering him a glass. Rhys blocked it with his hand.

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