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.

bedroom, she was restless and worried about

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

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 you. Everything's on the schedule, and she's

door and

is meeting with the head of South Ashford later to talk about tourism development, which is different from your farm

words,

hurried to

politely but with a hint

outside. As they walked out, she briefed

No one's buying them, and they're piling up unsold. We've got ten days before they spoil, so we need to act

got in the car, thunder rolled, signaling

at the sky. "Clara, we still have to visit the orchard. The roads are remote, and if it pours, we

the trees, and a storm tonight would cut their shelf life

company in live streaming. See if they can feature us on the homepage; we'll have plenty of

lip, concerned. "Are we starting the live

the orchard, get the lights ready, and coordinate with the partners to have everything set.

channels, they might just

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

the