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."

now. He had an overseas conference

ready to conduct the meeting right there. 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

Simon, notorious for his brusque attitude towards Clara. His pounding was loud and insistent. Everyone in the meeting heard it, but no one commented, pretending nothing had

as he heard Simon shouting from outside. "Clara, who said you could switch departments? Why didn't you run it by me? You're getting out

thought that putting Clara in a managerial role would make her more compliant, but she had simply left

"You have some work to sort out at

him a role that required no overtime at Ferguson Corporation. Still, this was a direct order from his uncle,

"Yeah, anything else?"

side. "I don't want her to leave. Can you

The camera was on, allowing the executives to see his face. His expression remained calm, though a flicker of disdain passed through his eyes. "If that's all, I'm hanging

Clara. She slowly opened her eyes, propped herself up on the

to lighten. Had a girl appeared beside