Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

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.

Eden's crying echoed through the halls,

off, her phone buzzed

[You still up?]

[Yeah, what's up?]

a bit curt; not the best way to chat with her boyfriend. She took a breath and messaged

you know I'm on a business trip. Don't swing by my place

to sleep, but

[You asleep?]

she was already

[I'll miss you.]

quickly, [I'm in a coastal city.

her phone aside, yawned, and drifted

next morning, her alarm blared her awake. After getting ready, she stepped out to find Eden loitering by Dylan's door. As she moved to pass, the door

hotel restaurant, Eden rambled about the windy night keeping her awake, but Dylan,

to greet Dylan, they hesitated upon seeing his pale