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 on the couch. Her suitcase lay open beside

his hands was a small, familiar box.

you even buy those?" she asked, her voice

had torn open condom wrappers just to be obnoxious, then left them behind. She had stuffed an unopened box into her coat pocket, meaning

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to." His tone carried a

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

Zev smirked. "So

curled into

voice strained, "your leg is broken. You need rest. No unnecessary movement. No strain. No-"

of innocence. "What if

him.

his voice dipping into an exaggerated sigh. "Honey,

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

Kelly said, pulling him upright and pressing a crutch into his hands. "Walk to the

agonizing pace, his

waiting for an unsuspecting misstep. He found it, or rather, chose

foot slid. His balance wavered. Kelly caught him before

grin was anything

tub. "You're not getting in. I'll clean you

Zev didn't

breathed in. She owed him-whether

the weight of that debt

the towel in warm water and ran

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

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