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. "I'm not

are you on your period?" the housekeeper

to the bathroom to check, and-yep-her

but she felt hot and cold at the same

slow breath, and

one look at her and immediately started making

soup. Have a little,

and comforting. Clara picked up her spoon, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw Dylan sitting nearby. She

gotten the same

Dylan's allergic to." She turned to Dylan,

behind his newspaper,

It wasn't that she cared-she just couldn't forget his allergic

drank her soup, distracted, her

All she had to do was look up, and there he was. She opened her mouth,

did. For over a week now, whenever she managed to

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