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

hand, intending to lightly tap her nose, but stopped midway, caught by some hesitation.

a blur. This time, it was filled with a jumble of voices; people were asking her

tension was palpable, like the

looked like he'd had

let out a small sigh of relief. At least she was

to get up quickly, forgetting about the bandages wrapped around her waist, and ended up flopping back down. Luckily, a

"Thanks," she murmured.

on her back, pressing lightly,

a bit awkward; there was something a bit too close about the gesture. Still, she brushed those thoughts away, remembering the time she'd ended up on top of him and how uncomfortable he'd looked. He was clearly not interested in anything

all Simon's fault for filling her head with that nonsense. Now, she overthought