Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 291

Chapter 291

Clara turned to leave, but he grabbed her wrist, his grip so tight it stung. She yanked her hand away, stepping back a few paces while rubbing her wrist. Dylan's face fell, and he mumbled apologetically, "I'm sorry."

"It's fine, I'll get Aiden," she replied quickly, eager to escape the awkwardness. She hurried off to find Aiden's room.

"Mr. Dylan's got a cut on his palm. Can you grab a first aid kit from the front desk and patch him up?" she asked.

Aiden didn't even open the door, sounding puzzled. "The boss was fine on the way here. How'd he get a cut?"

"I'm pulling a late one here, Ms. Clara. Could you handle it?" Aiden said, clearly tied up with work.

Clara sighed, knowing she couldn't just leave it. If Dylan got an infection, she'd be partly to blame. She dashed to the front desk, grabbed the kit, but was stopped by Eden as she returned.

Eden didn't bother hiding her intentions anymore-Clara was well aware of her feelings. "Dylan's hurt? Hand over the first aid kit. I'll take care of him."

Clara was more than happy to pass the torch. She handed Eden the kit and retreated to her room, ready to catch some sleep.

the

doze off, her phone

[You still up?]

[Yeah, what's up?]

she realized it might seem a bit curt; not the best way to chat with her boyfriend. She took

on a business trip. Don't swing by my place this week, I won't be

sent, she tried to sleep, but Dylan's message popped

[You asleep?]

pretending she was

[I'll miss you.]

coastal

response, she set her phone aside, yawned,

Eden loitering by Dylan's

and fell in step behind Aiden. On the way to the hotel restaurant, Eden rambled about

already waiting. Eager to greet Dylan, they hesitated upon seeing his pale face, opting for polite small talk

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