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.

heading back now. The rain's really

her knee, causing her to limp, but

the apples myself. They're super sweet, so you can confidently place your orders. Plus, this is an official channel. We're working with the government

the fall, and her hair was soaked, yet

she's not wearing any

celebrities. Girl, you should consider a career

I'm getting those apples! I've got relatives near South Ashford. I'll snag a hundred pounds;

comment hit, even more messages

family near South Ashford too.

my aunts,

more

her cheek and smiled, "Thanks for all your

time, the stone in her knee dug in deeper, making her face go pale. But she bit her lip and

she kept the live stream going all

woke