Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 315

As Dylan got nudged out of the conference room, he let out a quiet "Hmm." Inside, the tension had been thick, but the moment he left, it was like a weight lifted off everyone's shoulders. They all breathed a sigh of relief.

Once back in his office, Dylan stayed composed, though his desk was piled high with paperwork he couldn't bring himself to tackle. Numbers that usually made sense to him now looked like squiggling tadpoles on the paper. Rubbing his temples, he turned to Aiden and said, "I'm going to take a nap. Wake me at seven."

"Got it," Aiden replied.

Dylan had been battling severe insomnia, and recently, the dark circles under his eyes had deepened. But today, lying on the couch in the break room, he surprisingly drifted off, perhaps because he was in a rare good mood. Yet, dreams of tangled past memories often haunted him, making his sleep restless.

In his dream, a calm voice cut through the confusion. “He's gone, so why are you still here?" It felt like a dagger to his heart, and the suffocating feeling surged back. Startled, he woke up, realizing only twenty minutes had passed.

out, "Aiden." Aiden quickly came in, recognizing the signs of another nightmare. He handed Dylan a few sleeping pills.

temples, his voice hoarse. "Still

up a tolerance. The

might cause slight brain damage, and it's

Pausing, he took a deep

of not sleeping could be worse, seeing Dylan's bloodshot

his eyes to rest without

seven o'clock rolled around, Aiden drove him to

felt uneasy, texting Clara