Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 394

Clara slipped back into her bedroom and headed straight for a shower. When she came out, everything on the table had been neatly put away. She noticed the shape under the covers, and with a soft smile, she quietly slid in next to him.

His embrace was comforting, warm in a way that made her feel at home. Her fingers traced down to the bracelet and ring on his wrist. He never failed to wear them, and that thought made her happy. "Are you ever going to take off that ring and bracelet I gave you?" she teased.

He pulled her closer, his grip firm yet gentle. "Not a chance. I'll keep them on unless something really drastic happens. Otherwise, they're staying put."

Clara frowned playfully and put a finger over his lips. "Don't jinx it with talk like that."

He kissed her palm, his mood lifting as he promised, "Alright, I won't."

Lately, Clara had been feeling run down, and as she let out a yawn, nearly drifting off, he asked, "A lot of people have a thing for your old boss. If he starts hanging around you, would you ever second-guess us?"

His question jolted her awake. "Second-guess? Fall for Dylan? Have I lost it?"

Her answer was so immediate, it left no room for doubt. He went silent, his fingers brushing against the bracelet on her wrist. Sensing his unease, she reassured him. "Don't worry, I could never like Dylan."

"Why not?"

"We're just too different, and he's not my type. Z, why do you seem so concerned about him?"

His already low voice dropped another notch. "I'm just scared everything we have might be too temporary."

Too tired to argue, Clara planted a couple of lazy kisses on his cheek. "Stop worrying about things that haven't happened."

again when

"If you give me your documents and agree, I can get the marriage license sorted out quickly. Then I wouldn't

didn't respond, his tone grew darker. "What's the

wanted to date Z, not rush into marriage. The idea of marriage seemed

he added, "Once we're married, I'll let you see what

now facing him. Feeling a wave of anxiety, he hugged her tighter. "Clara, I'm scared. Every day, I

often he used her full name, and the tremor in his voice tugged at her heart. But with everything that had happened recently, she was overwhelmed. Maybe it was the amnesia, but she couldn't grasp his fears. Their

another day,"

wasn't ready to drop it. "It's just

want to

words left her mouth, a memory

wait to be old enough to

you

abruptly. His hand was still on her

that, he asked,

remembered something from

"What did you remember?"

just really

like whenever you're with me, you

hit the floor, he wrapped

"I'm going to sleep in the guest room. We both