Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

She didn't know who else to turn to for the $2,000 she desperately needed, so by nine that evening, she found herself dialing Dylan's number once more, albeit

reluctantly.

A deep, cold voice, reminiscent of snow crunching underfoot in winter, answered. "Clara?"-

Clara felt an invisible hand squeeze her throat, a wave of helplessness crashing over her. "Hey, Dylan, could you lend me $20,000? I'm at the hospital and can't cover the medical bills."

From the other end, she could hear his steady breathing and the faint rustle of fabric. Just when Clara braced herself for a refusal, he surprised her by asking, "What's your account number?"

"I... let me find it."

She frantically grabbed her bag and rummaged through it, terrified he might hang up. The nurse had assured her it was hers, but it seemed to contain only makeup essentials. Finally, she found a bank card hidden in the innermost pocket and quickly relayed the number to him.

alert on her

end the call. Since losing her memory, Dylan was the only one who hadn't shunned her. For three long minutes, she lingered in silence, unsure of what to say next. Miraculously, Dylan didn't

"Dylan, I..."

"Are you badly hurt?"

waking up. Touched but at a loss for words, she managed

you plan on

her thoughts swirling. What did he mean by that? Had she lied to Dylan before? The more she thought about it, the more bewildered

pay off her outstanding bills and completed her discharge paperwork. As she stood at the hospital entrance, she felt lost, unsure of where to go next. She had no money and no clue where her home

stunning house with an impeccably maintained garden. The driver tapped the steering wheel. "A hundred

pulled up. The window rolled down,

out, looking genuinely concerned. "Clara, are you out of

with tiny gems and her handbag

eyes welled up. "Are you

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