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."

in the backseat, and wiped the sweat from his brow. "Hang

middle of nowhere, and Clara regretted

slowly. Meanwhile, the receptionists were chatting by the fire. "Who goes out to watch snow in the middle of the night? It was freezing. I saw someone outside and it gave me a

rubbed their hands, knowing just how cold it had been outside. "Why not enjoy the view from indoors? What if they

but I swear

to find the road blocked. The heavy snowfall from the previous night had closed all nearby routes,

her, Dylan had slumped against her shoulder, asleep with a fever, his cheeks flushed. Clara didn't dare push

not trying to take advantage of Mr. Dylan. I'm just making sure he doesn't fall. He's out of it

replied,

with growing anxiety. "What should we do now? We can't get to town, and there's no medicine at the lodge. Should

chimed in. "Head to the

miraculously clear, though the snow kept falling heavily.

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

Clara instinctively steadied his head, but felt a sudden