Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 79

As the pill dissolved in her mouth, Clara leaned wearily against the wall, feeling soft as if she'd just been fished out of a pool. She wanted to tell Dylan she couldn't cook for him tonight or go out for dinner, but the words wouldn't come.

Fleeting memories flickered through her mind, reminding her of how she always struggled during this time of the month. Back then, she would curl up alone on the couch, quietly waiting for the pain to pass. But now, she had someone by her side.

She felt sweat trickling down her body, pooling in waves. A cool, damp washcloth brushed across her forehead, and in her weakened state, she instinctively leaned into the comforting chill. Her fingers found Dylan's hand, and she nestled against his palm, seeking solace.

Dylan held the washcloth, not pulling away. Her face was pale. In her vulnerable state, she was clingy, but once she recovered, she would become distant again. His hand slowly opened, cradling half her face. She nuzzled against his hand for what felt like five long minutes before finally letting go.

Dylan got up to adjust the air conditioning, but Clara's hand caught his wrist. Her consciousness was already fading, and her fingertips felt damp against his skin. "I'm not leaving," he reassured her, patting her hand gently. Only then did Clara release her grip, drifting off to sleep beside him.

Dylan closed the window, leaving the curtains open. Then he turned to find a blanket and gently draped it over her. Just then, there was a knock at the door. Aiden's voice floated in. "Sir, the meeting starts in half an hour."

on staying for dinner, but they were running late now. He had an overseas conference call

Aiden waited outside the apartment complex in case anything happened. As the meeting began, the overseas executives noticed Dylan's voice was unusually low, as if he couldn't speak loudly. They strained to hear him, but no one dared to ask him

was Simon, notorious for his brusque attitude towards Clara. His pounding

heard Simon shouting from outside. "Clara, who said you could switch departments?

thought that putting Clara in a managerial role would make her more compliant, but she had simply left the department, thwarting his plans. "Clara,

picked up his phone and called Simon. "You have

It was the first time his uncle had called him, especially about work. Though arrogant, Simon knew it was his family ties that got him a role that required no overtime at Ferguson

"Yeah, anything else?"

thin line, his fist clenching at his side. "I don't want her to leave. Can you make

was on, allowing the executives to see his face. His expression remained calm, though a

Dylan!" Simon slammed the door in anger, waking Clara. She slowly opened her

seemed to lighten. Had a girl appeared beside him?