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!

expensive suit aside and unbuttoned his shirt completely. There were red patches not

drowsy he seemed. She raised her hand to gently pat his face. "Mr.

on his forehead, which was

himself to

and worried, her hand brushing against

opened his eyes, looking less imposing

"What are you doing?"

clothes. I'll 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,

made Dylan's eyes flicker, and he turned his

turning red, and she felt a bit

pardon

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

been

down thoroughly and helped him into

checked his forehead again.

the room for medicine but

bed. "Mr. Dylan,

"Cold, itchy."

hoarse, and his cheeks were flushed from

shower herself, grabbed a bedsheet from the closet to wrap around her, and slipped