Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 40

"No worries, you two keep sorting through those addresses."

A few hours earlier, even the driver got roped into the task. Addison had to stick around.

Armed with a flashlight, Clara continued answering questions from her online audience.

"It's pitch dark out here since we're up in the mountains, quite a trek from the nearest town. I won't be heading back tonight; I'm planning on live-streaming all night. With this heavy rain, the harvest window is shrinking. The apples can't wait, so thank you all for your orders. The farmers will be packing and shipping them out tomorrow."

The rain pounded down relentlessly, and folks in the live chat were worried about her safety, urging her not to wander too far.

Clara had been walking for half an hour, her voice calm and steady. "The orchard's massive, and the weather's not great, so I won't go any further."

Just after she said that, she tripped and took a tumble, dropping her phone. Her knee got scraped, and her palms were cut by the sharp stones, sending a jolt of pain through her.

But she brushed it off, quickly picking up her phone and giving it a quick wipe. Thankfully, the phone was fine, and viewers were urging her to head back.

a spill there. I'm alright, heading back now. The rain's

in her knee, causing her to limp, but

myself. They're super sweet, so you can confidently place your orders. Plus, this is an official channel.

fall, and her hair was soaked,

wearing any makeup? She's

you should consider a career in the limelight. You'd

South Ashford. I'll snag

soon as that comment hit,

South Ashford too. They're in

ordered a hundred pounds each for my aunts, uncles, and grandmas. Money's no

that, more orders came rolling

the rain off her cheek and

her face go pale. But she bit her lip and

kept the live stream going all night, alternating between munching on apples

When she woke up, it