Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 188

Clara's heart gave a painful lurch, and she snapped her eyes open. She took deep, gulping breaths, and recognizing the familiar ceiling above her, she realized she had been brought to Palm Bay. As she struggled to sit up, a familiar voice greeted her.

"You're awake?"

Her throat was parched, so she nodded quickly and scanned the room for water. Thankfully, the person beside her seemed to read her mind, and soon enough, a glass was at her lips. She drank eagerly from his hand.

Once the heat inside her cooled down, she finally focused on Dylan. It was already late at night, and he was in his pajamas. Clara noticed that his pajama top was unbuttoned low enough to show off his abs. She quickly looked away, remembering how he had adjusted his shirt to cover up the last time he had opened the door for Eden. Clearly, he wasn't a fan of showing skin.

Acting on impulse, she reached out, pulled the sides of his pajama shirt together, and covered him up snugly. She even tightened the sash of his robe for good

measure.

her deftly tie the

up at him, speaking as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, "Mr. Dylan, your clothes were barely covering you. I figured you

"Hmm."

but his lips tightened ever so slightly. Clara didn't press further and instead asked, "How did you

have to pass through the cemetery to get there. I just happened to run into him. He insisted I come

Ryan must have been in a lot of pain, yet even then, his first thought was of her. Just for that, she decided she

noticed her waist and arms were wrapped in bandages, making her look like a

kind. I owe you again and don't