Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 268

Clara tossed and turned, her mind racing with thoughts that wouldn't let her sleep. She couldn't tell if what had just happened was a dream or reality.

As evening settled in, Megan walked into her hospital room. Megan looked pale, like she'd lost too much blood. When she sat by Clara's bedside, her fingers were trembling.

Worried, Clara quickly got out of bed. "What's wrong? Is your wound bothering you?"

Megan shook her head slowly, her face visibly drained of color.

"Clara, I'm getting discharged," she said, her voice hoarse, as if she'd been crying a lot.

Clara's heart clenched. "Is everything okay at home?" She didn't know much about Megan's family situation.

"No, I'm just really tired. I need to go home and sleep. I can't rest here in the hospital," Megan replied.

"Alright, let me take you home," Clara offered.

"No need, I just want to be alone," Megan insisted, looking so downcast that she almost stumbled as she stood up.

Clara could tell Megan didn't want to talk about it, so she didn't push further. After Megan left, Clara felt the urge to head home too. Megan's visit had distracted her, and she hadn't thought about Dylan since.

and realized it was on

you

you picking

coming to get

been three hours, are

...

were over twenty messages in total. Clara was too exhausted to read them all and

her forehead. This time, it wasn't just in her head. A warm hand held hers,

murmured, reaching for her phone to check the time, but a spoon was brought to her lips

soup," he

cleaned up. She'd sweated through her sleep, and even her pajamas had been changed. Any lingering annoyance melted away.

make this?"

fingers twitched slightly. "I'm not very

savory scent in the air had a strange undertone, suggesting he'd

better. "What do you usually eat when you're

long as the meat's done, I'll eat it," he

he seemed to realize he might

"Mean to what?"