Revenge With My Undercover Cop Hubby

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Chapter 120 They Might Come After You

Kelly hesitated, her throat tightening as she glanced at Gary.

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Whatever words had formed in her mind now refused to leave her lips. She couldn't say this in front of him.

Gary, unaware of her discomfort, carried on. "This is a military compound. The higher-ups assigned you this house, so security isn't an issue. Most of the younger officers have moved out, so it's quiet. No one will bother you. There's a market just behind the complex oo-convenient for groceries."

As he pulled the car into the gated community, the guards at the entrance stiffened, their expressions unreadable. Kelly exhaled, only then realizing how tense she had been. The idea of staying elsewhere had unsettled her, but here ... here she could breathe.

Gary cut the engine and turned to them. "Focus on resting and recovering. Try to get your memory back." Then, without another word, he left.

Kelly pushed Zev's wheelchair inside. The house was old, yet well-kept. Not a speck of dust lingered in the corners. Someone-likely on Gary's orders-had ensured the place was spotless. Every necessity had already been provided.

Honey, I need a shower," Zev announced, his voice carrying the weight of weeks spent in a hospital bed

Though Kelly had helped him clean up each day, he still looked miserable. He was done enduring the makeshift routine of damp cloths and half-hearted rinses.

"I'll run the water for you," she said, falling into the gentle, coaxing tone she always used when dealing with him. When Zev got stubborn, patience worked better than force. "Just wait here." But Zev never had been one for patience.

"I'll unpack while I wait," he said. "Gotta get my hands working again."

Kelly's suitcase had been brought over earlier by Gary, packed with only her essentials-clothes, toiletries, and a few personal items.

She had just turned on the bath when Zev called out from the living room. "Honey, we're not planning on having kids?"

Kelly's fingers froze over the faucet.

"What?"

the bathroom, she found Zev sitting

was a small,

she asked,

blinked. Then it hit her. She had worked at a pharmacy once. A group of teenage delinquents had torn open condom wrappers just to be obnoxious, then left them behind. She had stuffed an unopened box into her coat pocket, meaning to

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use these? I don't want to." His tone carried a mix of complaint and hopeful expectation, as if this was some betrayal

the box from his hands and tossed it into the trash. "Don't read

Zev smirked. "So we won't use

fingers curled into

You need rest. No unnecessary movement. No strain. No-" She gestured wildly, her face heating.

if I don't move? What if you

at him. Then, with great effort, she considered the logistics of

an exaggerated sigh. "Honey,

forcing herself to stay calm. She was this close to smothering

pulling him upright and pressing a crutch into

moved at an agonizing pace, his

unsuspecting misstep. He found

slid. His balance wavered. Kelly caught him before he

grin was anything but

of the tub. "You're not getting in. I'll clean you up myself. The stitches have healed well, but you still can't

Zev didn't argue. He only

him-whether she liked

the weight of

dipped the towel in warm water and

the marks of months without training. The muscle remained, but the definition

slow breath. "Kelly," he murmured, tilting his head back to meet her gaze. “Do I look awful to you?