Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 422

The next morning, Clara woke up early, only to find Dylan radiating heat beside her. She quickly sat up and touched his forehead. "Mr. Dylan, you're burning up!"

The room had been comfortably warm, thanks to the fireplace gently crackling all night. How did he manage to catch a fever?

Dylan slowly opened his eyes, giving a soft groan of acknowledgment. Clara was worried sick. They'd only shed their jackets before bed. She quickly grabbed his coat and helped him put it on. "Let's get you cleaned up a bit. I'll check with the front desk for any medicine."

Supporting him to the bathroom, her fingers brushed his wrist-his skin was alarmingly hot. Dylan's face was flushed, his eyelashes fluttering like a feverish prince.

Clara hurriedly got herself ready and guided him downstairs. She rushed to the front desk. "Do you have any medicine? Someone here has a fever."

The receptionist shook her head apologetically. "I'm sorry, we ran out a few days ago."

Clara hurried back to the car with Dylan and asked Aiden, "Aiden, do we have any fever reducers in the car? Mr. Dylan's burning up."

Aiden, looking surprisingly fresh despite the circumstances, shook his head, worried. "We should head to the nearest town. It's about twelve miles from here."

car's heat, settled Dylan in the backseat, and wiped the sweat from his brow. "Hang in there, Mr. Dylan. We're heading to town

was truly in the middle of nowhere,

out to watch snow in the middle of the night? It was freezing. I saw someone outside and it gave me a

been outside. "Why not enjoy

I was seeing things, but I swear

blocked. The heavy snowfall from the previous night had closed all

his cheeks flushed. Clara didn't dare push him away, so

nothing. Clara felt a bit guilty. "Aiden, I'm not trying to take advantage of Mr. Dylan. I'm

calmly replied, "I

should we do now? We can't get to town, and there's no medicine at the lodge. Should we head straight to

voice chimed in. "Head

their destination was miraculously clear, though the snow kept falling heavily. With hours still ahead, Clara wanted to rest but felt Dylan's head nudge

away, but Dylan almost slipped from his seat. She quickly returned to her position, supporting him like a

a bump, and Clara instinctively steadied his head, but felt a sudden