Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 20

Clara blinked open her dreamy eyes, trying to focus on him, but everything was still a blur. She forced herself to reach out, grasping the hand he had resting on the wheelchair.

He didn't pull away, but he kept a respectful distance. Clara placed his hand on her cheek, her breath warm as she whispered, "Water... I need water..." The heat was unbearable.

Dylan suddenly gripped her chin, making her look at him. "Do you even know who I am?" he asked.

Clara had no idea; all she could think about was how desperately thirsty she was. Even his hand on her chin seemed oddly appealing. She kissed his fingers, moving up to his palm. Dylan's hand jerked slightly, and his Adam's apple bobbed as he wheeled away. Without the wheelchair's support, she collapsed onto the carpet.

The room was cool, and she watched as he headed to the bathroom. Soon she could hear water running. Clara curled up on the carpet, feeling like a thousand ants were crawling over her, itching her to the bone.

rolling a bit away to grab a book from the shelf. Clara panted, sweat slicking her skin. Twenty minutes later, she was drenched in sweat, her

the bathroom, gently putting her into a tub filled with cold water. The sudden clash of hot and cold made her shiver violently. For a moment, her head cleared, and she sat there, lips pressed together, soaking in the tub. Dylan's expensive

but then the heat surged back, more intense than before. She leaned back, almost slipping

cupping his face, urgently kissing him. How could he be so cold, even when kissing? Her tongue pried his lips apart, seeking more. The next thing she knew, she was pushed under the

the wheelchair's armrests. The tension was evident. "Come out

submerged her face in cold water until the heat ebbed, then slowly rose from the tub. As she stepped out, she nearly slipped,

at the bathroom door, water dripping from her. Dylan, still in his wheelchair, watched her. His suit was visibly damp

you, Mr. Dylan, for

stack of documents on the bed. "Take a

papers, realizing they detailed the business networks and connections between the Capital's influential families. This was crucial information for someone like her, struggling with amnesia.