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

of guilt hit her. Was Dylan... actually afraid

herself. Instead, she grabbed a tissue and gently wiped his

hand, holding it tight and staring

remembered now-Dylan always left a lamp on when he slept. The night she'd barged into his room, all the lights had been on.

to believe he'd let himself have such

mean to. It was an accident,"

head and slowly let go

beside him, but now she

really were opposites-one seemed to love the darkness, and the

barely 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 and thin

on his nose with a tissue,

bedroom door finally creaked

to see Aiden standing in the doorway, looking kind of shocked. "Ma'am, you

like she'd just been rescued.

be

Dylan all

Thank

god.

have you been? I've been calling for you forever! Come help-Mr. Dylan

she said it, she suddenly realized

fingers were laced together, way too