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."

up and quietly left, closing the

she could finally snatch a peaceful nap, but it wasn't long before the door creaked open again. Assuming it was Simon,

man who entered didn't say a word. Simon wasn't one to keep quiet like that. Slowly, Clara opened

the last thing she wanted. Her demeanor turned frosty, and her voice matched. “Mr. Dylan, do you need something? If not, could you please leave?

the armrest before curling inwards, almost as if

him, showing him her back. But she soon heard the soft sound of a wheelchair approaching and felt a gentle yet firm grip turning

turn your

the whole Eden situation. "Mr. Dylan, it's Saturday. We're

briefly went pale, and Clara caught

eyes tightly. She wasn't sure how much time had passed, but she was

since the Lincoln incident, she'd been wary around Dylan. Even in sleep, she stayed somewhat aware of her surroundings. She knew Dylan hadn't left, which was odd. Why