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.

his muscles flinched, even though he tried not to show

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

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

still clutching the tissues. Taking a steadying breath, she slipped past the doctors and gently

eyes meeting

awkward under his gaze. "What? Do I have something on

answer, just kept staring at

finished wiping his face, then

"No showers for a month, change the dressings

Clara.

was talking

"Yeah, I got it."

doctor finally

his own brow.

smile. "You

great couple. Mr. Dylan,

you up,

was hurting right along with you.

stay happy

of embarrassment washing

that

doctor just laughed, covering his mouth. "I get it, I get it. Newlyweds