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!

aside and unbuttoned his shirt completely. There were red patches

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

forehead, which was so hot that she

had dragged himself to find her

angry and worried, her hand

opened his eyes, looking less imposing than

"What are you doing?"

need to lie down on the bed. Your clothes are wet, and if you lie

of one bed made Dylan's eyes flicker, and he

the tips of his ears turning red, and she

pardon my

off his pants, then hurried to the bathroom to

How strange that someone who had been in a wheelchair for two years

him down thoroughly and helped him into bed,

checked his forehead again.

room for

returned to the bed. "Mr. Dylan, how are you

"Cold, itchy."

hoarse, and his cheeks were flushed from the

moment, quickly took a shower herself, grabbed a