Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 189

"Dylan, seriously, how do you fall asleep so quickly?" Clara mumbled to herself, feeling at a loss for words. She forced her eyes shut, trying hard to follow suit.

As far as she could remember, she'd never shared a bed with a guy before, let alone her boss. Sleep was nowhere in sight, so her mind began to wander.

She remembered a note she had scribbled in her journal once: "Don't trust Dylan."

Turning her head slightly, she took in his profile. He had one of those effortlessly handsome side profiles, with a nose bridge high enough to make you wonder if it was sculpted. There was not a single pore in sight at this range.

Watching him made her eyelids grow heavy, and soon enough, she felt herself drifting off.

It turned out, post-amnesia Clara was quite careless.

Once Dylan heard the soft rhythm of her breathing, he slowly opened his eyes. He turned just enough to catch a glimpse of her sleeping face. She looked so peaceful, like a tiny rabbit or a kitten, all innocence and calm.

her old tricks and plans, she seemed completely

some hesitation. With a gentle sigh,

night, Clara dreamt again, but everything was a blur. This time, it was filled with a jumble of voices; people

like the weight of the world was on her

her awake, and she found herself staring straight into Dylan's eyes. He looked like he'd had a good night's sleep, appearing more refreshed than he

small sigh of relief. At least she was still effective as a

the bandages wrapped around her waist, and ended

"Thanks," she murmured.

back, pressing

a bit too close about the gesture. Still, she brushed those thoughts away, remembering

Simon's fault for filling her head with that nonsense. Now, she overthought every little thing with Dylan, and everything felt