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.

your leg still

Why did it still look so

head away, one hand lightly on the wall. "I've been dealing with

help with his insomnia as a way to repay him. But with everything happening with Eden, she'd forgotten about

take it easy, but the next

hitting the wall,

frowned, noticing his pale face, and quickly asked, "Are

He murmured, "Sorry."

Dylan probably hated showing vulnerability in

me help

tiny bathroom felt even smaller with both of

turned on the

splashing water on his face, his hair

to look, so she

looked up, and their eyes

her cheek,

finished washing up and, with

to

wash. With

of the question

too. Once they both lay down, there was hardly any

to hear him ask, “Did you let

"Yes."

Z's jealousy, especially since he was already wary of Dylan, she decided to deal with it

closer, and

she was even more awake, so she decided to make conversation.

is that place from

hours, deep in

deep in the

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