Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 317

As Clara leaned in closer to talk to Dylan, the soft scent of her hair drifted over to him, causing his eyelashes to flutter against her palm. It tickled her a little.

She took a deep breath, trying to shake off the strange feeling in her chest. "Close your eyes for a moment," she instructed.

Expecting some pushback, Clara was surprised when Dylan actually complied without a fuss. Tonight, he seemed unusually cooperative. Given his status, people usually clamored for his attention, and here he was, patient with her despite their worlds being so far apart.

She moved quickly, turning on the lights and guiding him to where Sarah sat waiting.

Sarah was on the couch, and when she saw Dylan's face, her eyes widened in awe. Is he even real? What happened to his legs? Are they permanently damaged? Though she felt a twinge of regret, she quickly reassured herself. With a face like that, even losing the use of his legs wouldn't change how she felt. She'd gladly take care of him, even if it meant being his caregiver for life.

Nervously, she rubbed her sweaty palms together, watching as Clara slipped out of the room and called back, "Mr. Dylan, you can open your eyes now."

Dylan's lips curled into a subtle smile, eyes sparkling with amusement. But as soon as his eyes landed on Sarah, that warmth turned to ice.

other women might try to win over a man. She gently nudged his leg

he'd seemed almost approachable, and now his smile was gone. Even without saying a word, his calm demeanor scared her, as

rather pleased

himself in with his key card. Spotting Clara in the living room, he quickly scanned the area.

replied softly, not wanting to disturb whatever was happening inside. She

Clara well before her memory loss and couldn't fathom why the boss was so fixated on her. But since it was the boss's

were in the hallway, he couldn't hold back anymore. "If the boss is in the bedroom,

in on him? He was probably lost in memories of his past

uneasy. "What exactly did you do

chill ran down

lips curled into a sly smile. "A stand-in, of course. He has a thing for the late Miss Dawson, right? I found someone who looks like her. It's not

eyes widened in disbelief, and he almost