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.

and plans, she

but stopped midway, caught by some hesitation. With

time, it was filled with a jumble

tension was palpable, like the

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

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

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

"Thanks," she murmured.

on her back, pressing lightly, "Feeling any

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

for filling her head with that nonsense. Now, she