Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 246

Clara strolled into the kitchen, opened the fridge, and picked out a few ingredients without much thought before diving into meal prep. Her mind drifted to Z's

predicament, and in her distraction, she nicked her finger. It was just a tiny cut, but it bled more than you'd expect.

She quickly pulled herself together, determined to finish cooking. Afterward, she reached for a bottle and shook out two pills. What Clara didn't realize was that the kitchen door was cleverly designed-opaque from the inside but almost see- through from the outside, making her every move a spectacle for anyone outside.

Carrying a few dishes to the table, she flashed a smile at him. "Dinner's ready, Mr. Dylan."

Dylan slowly closed the file he was reading and maneuvered his wheelchair to the table. Clara served him some food and poured a bowl of soup.

But Dylan didn't reach for it. His gaze lingered on the soup for a few seconds before his lashes fluttered down. "You've hurt your hand; you should feed me."

Clara glanced at his hand. Wasn't he just holding a pen a moment ago? But she kept her questions to herself and carefully brought a spoonful of soup to his lips.

Dylan looked up, giving her a sidelong glance. Clara forced an awkward smile, "Go on, my cooking's not bad, you know."

He gazed at her intently before lowering his head and finishing the soup in one go. "Not bad at all."

"Glad

to end the phone call she had kept active, aware that Lincoln

once the call was

she leapt from her

you really thought I'd use a slow-acting poison? Just

on her way over; she wouldn't ever actually poison Dylan. She was just putting

she threw caution to the wind and started CPR. They were just vitamins—why did Dylan

breath she didn't realize she was holding, her eyes misty. "Mr. Dylan, don't scare me

weak. "I haven't eaten all day. Probably

was so frustrated she could scream. Her teeth clenched, cheeks flushed with frustration, she didn't know what to say, her

about what just happened. He even touched the corner of his mouth, asking nonchalantly, "What were you

embarrassment. "I

his dislike for close contact with women, Clara

I don't want to see

time, he'd misunderstood her during a business meeting, and now this-she felt like she couldn't clear her

finally said, "I have a