Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 542

She honestly didn't expect the housekeeper to say yes, but the woman just nodded and respectfully opened the door to the guest room next door.

"Ma'am, this way please."

Clara winced a little at the word "ma'am." It was like a constant reminder that she was married now-an identity she still hadn't settled into.

Annoyed, she stepped into the guest room and asked, "Can I have the room at the very end of the hall instead?"

The housekeeper dropped her gaze. "Please, ma'am, don't make things difficult for us."

Clara took a long, steadying breath. Clearly, this guest room was Dylan's line in the sand.

As soon as the housekeeper left, Clara shut the door behind her and headed straight to the bathroom to soak in the tub.

But the longer she stayed in the hot water, the more restless she felt.

When she finally stepped out, her eyes drifted to the walk-in closet. It was packed with clothes in her size-every tag cut off, every shelf and rack filled. Dresses, bags, shoes, jewelry-everything, as if this thirty-square-meter closet had been designed just for her.

She sat on the edge of the bed, feeling numb, staring blankly out the window.

No matter how many times she tried to calm herself, everything still felt unreal, like she was stuck in someone else's life.

had fallen, and through the darkness, she caught

in, someone

a bowl of soup for dinner. She went upstairs

muttered an "Mm," steering his wheelchair toward the

tonight, he'd clearly had a few too many. Even at work dinners,

serious. "Take good care of-of the lady

"Ms. Clara," but

housekeeper nodded quickly.

but this time, he honestly didn't

things one day

a time.

even glance at the guest room. He went straight to his own master bedroom.

tucked the two marriage certificates he'd brought

headed

poured over him, and

in front of the mirror, studying his reflection-cheeks flushed from the alcohol, damp hair hanging over his

Only when the water droplets started to blur his reflection did he finally feel a little

threw on a bathrobe, tying it loosely at

waiting-he