Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 267

Clara's head was pounding, and the last thing she wanted was to deal with the

messy business of relationships, especially when it came to Z. Things with Z were complicated enough on their own.

Simon, on the other hand, was busy plotting how to get into Clara's good graces and maybe move up a notch in her life. After all, he did take a slap for her earlier, so suggesting dinner seemed like a reasonable next step, right? But before he could bring it up, Clara sank back into the hospital bed, looking like exhaustion personified.

"Simon, I'm really tired. Can I just get some peace and quiet for a bit?" she murmured.

Simon pressed his lips together in thought. "How about dinner later? Or I could bring you something here. You know your stomach's acting up again."

Clara had already shut her eyes, her voice barely above a whisper. "Alright."

left, closing

could finally snatch a peaceful nap, but it wasn't long before the door creaked open

Simon wasn't one to keep quiet like that. Slowly, Clara opened her eyes

voice matched. “Mr. Dylan, do you need

trembled on the armrest before curling inwards, almost as if he was holding

she soon heard the soft sound of a wheelchair approaching and felt a gentle yet firm

your back on

she snapped, already on edge from the whole Eden situation. "Mr. Dylan, it's Saturday. We're not at work, so I don't have to listen to

face briefly went pale, and Clara caught a

wasn't sure how much time had passed, but she was genuinely

she stayed somewhat aware of her surroundings. She knew Dylan hadn't left,