Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 295

Her fingers gently prodded his calf. "Does it hurt?"

"Yeah."

Oh no, is his leg getting worse?

Clara was seriously worried. "The conditions here are pretty basic, and I know you're a bit of a neat freak, but could you just bear with it this time? Take off your clothes and pants, and let me massage your leg."

With that, she started unbuttoning his shirt.

As soon as she undid the first button, she was taken aback by the large red patches on his skin.

"What's with these red patches?"

Dylan leaned against the table with his eyes closed, looking a bit defeated. "Probably an allergy to shellfish."

Clara felt a wave of concern wash over her. An allergy to shellfish?

Why did he eat when she was peeling shrimp for him?

And he ate so much!

unbuttoned his shirt completely. There were red patches not just on his chest

how drowsy he seemed. She raised her hand to gently pat

placed her hand on his forehead, which was so

had dragged himself to find

angry and worried, her hand brushing

opened his eyes, looking less imposing

"What are you doing?"

wipe you down with warm water, then you need to lie down on the bed. Your clothes are wet, and if you lie down like this, you'll soak the bed. And there's only one bed

Dylan's eyes flicker, and he

noticed the tips of his ears turning red, and

Dylan, pardon my

sofa and took off his pants, then hurried to the bathroom

who had been in

thoroughly and helped him into bed,

checked his forehead again.

room for

returned to the bed. "Mr. Dylan,

"Cold, itchy."

his cheeks were flushed from the

that moment, quickly took a shower herself, grabbed a bedsheet from the closet to wrap around her,