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.

rolled over, face pale.

are you on your

the bathroom to

usual, but she felt hot and

slow breath, and changed into

housekeeper took one look at her and immediately started making ginger tea, and cranked up

soup. Have a little,

looked thick and comforting. Clara picked up her spoon, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw

gotten the

worry, ma'am, we know. We always avoid anything Mr. Dylan's allergic to." She turned to Dylan, "Sir, your wife

newspaper, just gave a small,

just couldn't

drank her soup, distracted, her mind

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 home? I miss my

whenever

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