Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 38

After a moment that felt like forever, he finally said, "Come here." His voice was raspy, barely more than a whisper.

Clara didn't dare challenge him and slowly made her way over.

He radiated heat, and his neck glistened with sweat. The towel was useless now; he got up slowly and splashed cold water on his face, droplets soaking into his robe.

"Mr. Dylan, you're still battling that cold."

Dylan leaned over, splashing his face a few more times, but his voice remained gritty. "So, what do you think we should do?"

Clara was stumped. The medicine Scarlette had given her wasn't ordinary; it even had a strong-willed guy like Dylan struggling. A regular person would've probably caved by now, and who knew how long the effects would last?

Dylan was already sick and in physical therapy, so any extra trouble from this ordeal would be on her conscience.

Clara stood by the sink for a few seconds before blurting out, "Should I find a girl for you?"

Dylan's breathing hitched at her suggestion. The tension in the room vanished, replaced by a cold, cutting intensity.

"Get out."

A shiver ran down Clara's spine as she felt his anger for the first time. She didn't dare say another word, slowly opened the bathroom door, and left.

her bedroom, she was restless and

hours later, Dylan finally came out of the bathroom. He was back in his wheelchair and didn't even glance at her as he headed to

but his icy demeanor kept her silent. The next morning, she got up early and bumped into Aiden on her way out. Aiden was leaving Dylan's room, and his gaze turned frosty when he saw her. "Ms. Clara, here's the plan for the farm support project. We've got a female employee to help

door and asked, "Is Mr. Dylan

of South Ashford later to talk about tourism development, which is different

words, don't

hurried to meet the

politely

were waiting outside. As

and they're piling up unsold. We've got ten days before they

in

have to visit the orchard. The roads are remote, and if it pours, we might not

apples were still on the trees, and a storm tonight would cut their shelf life shorter. With no buyers,

us a live-streaming setup. Ferguson Corporation has a company in live streaming. See

"Are we starting the

"Set up a temporary tent in the orchard, get the lights ready, and coordinate with the partners to have everything set. Once we're there, we'll talk to the

online channels, they might just sell

Clara to think of a solution so quickly. She figured they'd sell the

the calls