Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 567

Clara went quiet. Ever since the first day she'd woken up and seen Dylan, there was this nagging feeling deep inside-like they belonged to completely different worlds.

It wasn't something she could put into words. It was just a gut instinct. Maybe it was her body's way of keeping her safe.

No matter how many times she reminded herself how polite and well-mannered Dylan was, that warning bell in her head never went silent. If anything, it told her Dylan was more dangerous than anyone else she'd ever met.

She lowered her eyes, deciding there was no point in sugarcoating it anymore.

"Maybe lots of women would love to be your wife, but I'm not one of them. I really don't like you. Even if I had another fifty years, I don't think I'd change my mind. My instincts just keep telling me... you're not the person I'm looking for."

As soon as she finished, the air in the room seemed to snap tight-like some wild animal had been let loose. Cold sweat prickled down her spine.

She glanced up at Dylan, half-expecting him to explode, but he looked as calm as ever. Whatever hint of danger she thought she'd seen was just... gone, like it had never happened.

She swallowed and sat up straighter, only then realizing her back was soaked with sweat.

The whole place was quiet-the staff had already slipped away, leaving just the two of them.

a few shaky steps, and then collapsed right in front of

no one else around. What if people thought

and tried to lift him, calling

scene unfold, let out a long sigh, and popped his earbuds in. He didn't feel like getting involved. He was tired, too—let

out.

for help, but no

the house if none of them showed up when it mattered? Even Aiden-wasn't he supposed to stay by Dylan's side? And Dylan

struggled to drag Dylan toward the stairs, taking it one step

against her, making her face burn with

where the strength came from, but somehow she got him to the bedroom door. She gave it a hard kick and

her heart beating out of her chest.

bed, grabbed his hand, and started rubbing it, blowing on it to warm him

get clumsy, doing everything

and forefinger, her face growing paler

any of

eyes closed, he looked almost too delicate