Chapter 566

Clara always thought she'd be the type to notice this sort of thing. Deep down, she hated how close Dylan got to her. But when he slipped his fingers between hers, she hadn't even realized it was happening. It was like her body just accepted his touch before her mind could object.

Now she lay in bed, wide awake. Third night in a row, and she still couldn't sleep.

Ever since the wedding, every day felt off, like she was living in some weird dream.

None of it seemed real.

Being married to Dylan felt especially fake.

After another night of tossing and turning, she finally got up, her head spinning, vision blurry.

If this kept up, she thought, she'd probably drop dead in Palm Bay.

A knock came at her door. One of the housekeepers wanted her to come down for breakfast.

face pale. "I'm not

are you on your period?"

froze. She dragged herself to the

as usual, but she felt

slow breath, and changed into something clean before heading

and immediately started making ginger tea, and cranked up

some seafood soup. Have a little, it'll

the corner of her eye, she saw Dylan sitting

gotten the

Dylan's

his newspaper, just gave a small,

speechless. It wasn't that she cared-she just couldn't forget

her soup, distracted,

Dylan sat just across from her. All she had to do was look up, and there he was. She opened her mouth, then hesitated, but finally blurted it out: "Mr. Dylan, when can I go

whenever she managed to fall asleep, she dreamed about

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