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.

recognizing the signs of another nightmare. He handed Dylan

his temples, his voice hoarse.

pills were similar, and he'd built up a tolerance. The stronger ones had harsh side effects, which

one being developed abroad, but it might cause slight brain damage, and it's irreversible. I don't recommend

was too precious for that risk. Pausing, he took a deep breath,

Aiden hesitated but knew the toll of not sleeping could be worse, seeing Dylan's bloodshot eyes. "I'll

eyes to

seven o'clock rolled around, Aiden drove him to the hotel. On

felt uneasy, texting Clara