Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 562

Dylan slumped back in the chair, sweat trickling down from his forehead, sliding over the bridge of his nose and along his jaw.

He didn't say a word to Clara. It was always like this between them-a long, silent standoff, both refusing to be the first to break.

Clara shifted uncomfortably, feeling that familiar tension twist inside her. Finally, she reached for a tissue from the box and gently wiped the sweat from his cheek.

His lashes fluttered, and he turned his face away, refusing to meet her eyes.

But even as she dabbed at his skin, Dylan could still catch that faint scent that always lingered around Clara. She never wore perfume, but somehow there was something about her-something warm and clean, uniquely hers.

Clara tossed the used tissue aside, her gaze landing on his suit jacket, now stained dark with blood. Her worry spiked.

"Mr. Dylan, we're almost at the hospital. Just hang on a bit longer, okay?"

If anyone could tough it out, it was Dylan.

The rest of the car ride passed in tense silence, the air thick with things neither of them said.

By the time they arrived, the hospital was already prepared. As soon as they pulled up, a team of doctors hurried out to meet them and swept Dylan inside.

Clara stood off to the side, watching as he shrugged off his jacket. The sight of his back-crisscrossed with fresh, raw wounds-made her stomach twist.

His white shirt was ruined, stuck to the torn skin.

time the fabric was peeled away, his muscles flinched, even though

several doctors in the room, and Aiden was there too. Out of nowhere, a crazy idea popped into Clara's mind-should she

the door, but when she caught another glimpse of Dylan's bloodied back, her feet

a steadying breath, she slipped past the doctors and gently wiped the sweat from

at her, his eyes

"What? Do I have something on my

answer, just kept staring at

finished wiping his face, then quickly

wounds and gave her a list of instructions. "No showers for a month, change the

the doctor turned to Clara. "Did you get all

he was talking to her.

"Yeah, I got it."

finally

from his own brow.

help but smile.

couple. Mr. Dylan, when

you up,

hurting right along with you. I

two stay

washing over

feel that

"I get it, I get it. Newlyweds are always