Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 423

Since he was feeling so unwell, Clara just couldn't bring herself to push him away. She let him hold her, doing nothing to stop him.

It was the first time she'd ever seen Dylan looking so vulnerable. She'd always imagined him as this strong, untouchable person. But now, seeing him sick, she realized he needed comfort just like anyone else.

His body was like a furnace, radiating heat like a blazing fireball.

Clara's mind drifted to a few days ago when Z had been sick, alone in that dark, old house. Unlike Dylan, Z preferred to hide away when he was ill, nursing his wounds in solitude.

Dylan, on the other hand, didn't try to hide his vulnerability at all.

She wasn't sure if she was reading this right and dared not move a muscle.

Three hours later, the car finally stopped at their destination.

Clara looked out at the desolate ruins and felt a wave of irritation wash over her.

"Aiden, are you sure this is the place?"

"Yes."

Her chest tightened with frustration. "This place is just ruins. You can't even tell where the estate used to be, and it looks like it was on fire at some point. What are we supposed to find here? I thought there'd be a pharmacy nearby, but after driving for three hours, we're in the middle of nowhere. Are you trying to let Mr. Dylan die in the car?"

They hadn't seen a single house on the way here. Why come to a place that's nothing but a wreck?

Dylan, why didn't he say anything about it

already on edge, and feeling the heat

were they supposed to

deep breath and rolled down the window. "Aiden, can you call for help? Get someone

nodded calmly, took out his phone, and started walking away. "There's no signal, Ms. Clara. You and the boss stay here in the car. I'll find a spot with a signal. If I don't come back, just drive off. I'll find my own

thinking

supposed to

Aiden was already

the window to

from Dylan, she pulled out a bottle of water and gently

eyes, gave her a quick glance, then turned away, refusing to

lips are cracked from

frowned and turned

carefully poured some water into her palm and leaned in to moisten his lips with

with the touch of his lips, gave her the impression he was kissing her

up to find him staring at her, prompting her to

self. His gaze was

he was probably delirious from the fever, maybe mistaking her for

did he think

lost love

delirious, so she quietly set the water