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!

his shirt completely. There were red

seemed. She raised her hand to gently pat his face. "Mr. Dylan, don't fall asleep. Are

his forehead, which was so hot that she almost pulled

had dragged himself to find her in this

was both angry and worried, her hand brushing

his eyes, looking less imposing than

"What are you doing?"

need to lie down on the bed. Your clothes

mention of one bed made Dylan's eyes flicker,

his ears turning red, and she felt

pardon my

the sofa and took off his pants, then hurried to the bathroom to fetch a basin of warm water

physique was truly remarkable. How strange that someone who had been in a wheelchair for two

she wiped him down thoroughly and helped him into bed, tucking him

forehead

the room for medicine but

bed. "Mr. Dylan, how

"Cold, itchy."

and his cheeks

herself, grabbed a bedsheet from the closet to