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.

she was restless and

came out of the bathroom. He was back in his wheelchair and didn't even glance at her as he headed

about his cold, 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

door and asked, "Is Mr. Dylan

talk about tourism development, which is different from

other words,

didn't want to see him anyway. She hurried to meet the

politely but with a

were waiting outside. As they walked

buying them, and they're piling up unsold. We've got ten days before they spoil, so we need

in the car,

orchard. The roads are remote, and if it pours, we might

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

See if they can feature us on the homepage; we'll have plenty of

concerned. "Are we starting the

tent in the orchard, get the lights ready, and coordinate with the partners to have everything set. Once we're

they might just

quickly. She figured they'd sell the

made the calls