Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 72

When Clara woke up, the sunlight streaming through the window hit her eyes like a spotlight. Everything around her felt unfamiliar, wrapped in understated

elegance. She sat up in bed, gingerly touching her forehead, feeling the ache beneath the bandage wrapped around it.

The bedroom was spacious, every corner whispering luxury. Suddenly, the memory of the last face she saw before passing out hit her-Dylan. Sure enough, there he was at the door, still in his wheelchair, carefully balancing a bowl of oatmeal as he wheeled over and placed it on the bedside table.

"Feeling better?" he asked, his voice calm yet concerned.

It was hard not to feel a rush of gratitude. Just last night, she thought she might not make it. "Yeah. Is your leg okay?" Even though her memory was foggy, she remembered him kicking a man away, risking his own recovery. If anything happened to his leg, she'd feel guilty forever.

"It's fine," he reassured her, lifting the bowl and handing it to her.

she took it with both hands. Dylan turned away, his tone composed.

at the light outside, she realized it was already the next day. The thought of last night's trouble, all thanks to Jade, darkened her mood. She wasn't one to let

you," she said, sipping the oatmeal and glimpsing him, settling into the

usual aloofness for a softer look. Clara quickly finished

you like me to massage your leg?" she offered. After all, he had risked his

was holding, giving her a brief glance. He was an enigma. In a suit, he seemed

girls in the city harbored secret crushes on

"Sure," he agreed.

on his leg to start the massage. She wasn't lying about knowing how to massage. Even with the gaps in her memory, she felt she had

close to the top of his thigh. After

was steady, though his thumb brushed her wrist lightly. Clara's face turned crimson, and