Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 565

Clara had been calling for half an hour, her voice nearly gone, but there was still no response from downstairs.

Frustrated, she pulled back.

Dylan's hand was still on her waist. When he saw how flushed and annoyed she looked, his eyes flickered and he turned away. "The bathroom's big enough. Just sit."

He wasn't wrong—the bathroom really was huge, with a couple of spots that almost looked comfortable enough to hang out in.

But honestly, who wanted to sit around in a bathroom?

Clara picked a random spot and sat down, leaning her back against the wall.

Dylan sat next to her, eyes closed.

The silence was unbearable. Clara had always felt awkward around Dylan, and now it was worse than ever.

The wedding ring on his hand was a constant reminder-they were married, whether she liked it or not.

She took a deep breath and quietly scooted a little farther away from him.

Dylan didn't react. He just sat there, silent and still.

Clara couldn't take the weird tension anymore. She slowly stood up, but her hand accidentally brushed the bathroom's light switch. Suddenly, the room went pitch black.

She reached out, trying to find the switch again, but then heard Dylan's voice- soft and frail. "Turn the light on."

His tone caught her off guard. He sounded so... weak.

back on and hurried to his side. She noticed a fine sheen of sweat on

wave of guilt hit her. Was Dylan...

started, but stopped herself. Instead, she

her hand, holding it

when he slept. The night she'd barged into his room, all the lights had been on. Was he really

he'd been through, it was hard to believe he'd let himself have such an obvious

I didn't mean to. It was an

looked pale. He shook his head and slowly let go of

back down beside him, but

to love the

gotten comfortable when Dylan's head suddenly dropped onto

turned, surprised, and

Vol

fallen asleep. His eyelashes were ridiculously long, and from this angle, she could see his sharp nose

on his nose with a tissue, then closed her own

later, the bedroom door finally creaked open. Clara had almost

in the doorway, looking

she'd just been rescued. For a second

be trapped in

Dylan all

Thank

god.

been? I've been calling for

suddenly realized Dylan

looked down-their fingers were laced together, way too