Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 237

Clara's knees were a mess, blood seeping through her skin, but that was nothing compared to the storm raging in her heart. She'd been glued to the spot, watching Cedric's every move, and only when he finally disappeared upstairs did she pull out her phone to reply to a message she couldn't ignore.

[Is it serious? Have you taken your medicine?]

Cedric barged into Dylan's room, carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. "Dylan, you need to take it easy at home this time."

Dylan, propped up against the bed, just gave a small nod. Cedric knew his son was the strong, silent type, which only added to his frustration. "I don't want a repeat of this. Otherwise, Clara's going to be doing more than just kneeling downstairs."

When Dylan heard Clara was kneeling, his hand tightened around the bedsheet, though his face stayed expressionless. Cedric, misreading the situation, felt a wave of relief. "You've been looking better lately. Maybe she's been some help after all. I thought she was just pulling my leg. Get some rest, okay?"

"Okay," Dylan replied, his eyelids drooping like he hadn't slept in days. Sensing the mood, Cedric got up and left, leaving the estate behind.

Outside, a gentle rain began to fall, and Clara, resigned to her fate, thought she'd be kneeling until sunrise. But then, out of nowhere, the glass doors to the courtyard swung open, and there stood Dylan, wrapped in a coat, not far from her.

Her eyes brightened instantly, and she tried to stand up quickly. Too quickly. She barely got halfway before her knees gave out, a sharp stone digging in painfully.

Dylan's eyes widened, and he instinctively moved towards her, but she stopped him, "Mr. Dylan, it's chilly out here. Just stay put; I'll be alright in a second."

Gritting her teeth, she yanked the stone out of her flesh, and in no time, she was at his side, pale but determined.

Dylan's hand trembled slightly by his side. Clara noticed his lips twitch as if he was about to speak.

She stood there, waiting to hear what he had to say.

But all he managed was, "Clara."

a bit confused but managed a small smile. "I'm just relieved you're okay. You scared me. If anything happened to you because

to struggle with his words,

helped him to the sofa and was about to dash to the

troubled, "Sit down. Let's sort

to pain, waving

had gently but firmly pushed her onto the sofa.

rolling up his

her leg back. "I can handle

her knee, and grabbed some ointment from the kit, hastily smearing it on before rolling her pant leg down. Dylan's hand hovered awkwardly in the

mark on her calf from Z. She didn't want Dylan asking about it, especially since it was a bit awkward having her boss see it. Dylan sat

try cooking again but was stopped

unsure. How could she just leave when Dylan's current state was partly her

make you something

distracted, smoothing his sleeve absentmindedly, "No

was back to being distant, and Clara felt a bit lost. She shuffled to the entryway, changing her shoes, preparing

felt guilty about Dylan. Despite his high status, his manners were impeccable. Even after she

felt. She lingered at the entryway

his back to her,

back into her indoor shoes, and approached him

be taking it easy this week. Let me

for you. Consider it my way of making

see your boyfriend?" he

embarrassed he knew.