Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 421

Chapter 421

The receptionist was sorting out the check-in, adding, "There was a huge pile-up today with over a dozen cars. The roads won't be cleared for a while."

Clara glanced around the lobby. It was warm enough here; she could probably crash for the night.

But the receptionist seemed to sense her thoughts and sighed, "Ms. Clara, there might be a power outage tonight. When that happens, it gets freezing in here. The rooms have old fireplaces, burn wood, and they're quite cozy."

With that in mind, turning it down would be like giving Dylan a cold shoulder.

She sneaked a look at Dylan.

He was in his wheelchair, head slightly tilted, not seeming to notice anything that had just happened.

Quickly, she pushed his wheelchair. "Thanks. We'll head to our room."

When they reached the room, Clara saw it was about 600 square feet. There was

a fireplace, a chair, a bed, and a tiny bathroom. That was it.

The bathroom was also cramped, barely 20 square feet.

It reminded her of the time on the island with Dylan, where the bathroom was just as tight. They had to squeeze in shoulder to shoulder just to wash their hands.

Back on the island, Dylan had...

She couldn't help but think of his outburst and quickly shook those thoughts away. "Mr. Dylan, do you want to freshen up first? I'll just text my boyfriend real quick." She sat on the only chair in the room.

The chair was ridiculously small. She thought she could maybe sleep on it, but clearly, that was out of the question now.

Dylan slowly stood up, using the wall for support, aiming for the bathroom.

But his steps were shaky. After just one step, he stopped and frowned.

Clara, who had been texting her editor Z, saw this and quickly put her phone down.

still not

fine by now? Why

turned his head away, one hand lightly on the wall. "I've

she had promised to help with his insomnia as a way to repay him. But with everything happening with Eden, she'd forgotten about it. Since Dylan hadn't reached out, she assumed he found a solution

it easy, but the next

back hitting the

noticing his pale face, and

He murmured, "Sorry."

as Dylan probably hated showing vulnerability in front of

let me help

smaller with both of them in

on the faucet

leaned over, splashing water on his face, his hair

look,

up, and their eyes met in the mirror. She

scratching her cheek, unsure of what to

up and, with her help, returned to

to

wash. With these conditions,

of

they both lay down,

to fall asleep, only to hear him ask, “Did

"Yes."

he was already wary of Dylan, she decided to deal with it

moved a bit closer, and Clara stiffened from

she was even more awake, so she decided

far is

hours, deep in the

manor deep

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