Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 568

Clara was running on empty. Just getting Dylan upstairs had wiped her out, and now she could barely catch her breath.

"What are you talking about?" she snapped.

Nicholas hovered at the edge of the bed, ready to yank her away. But before he could, Jackson stepped up and put a steady hand on Nicholas's shoulder.

Nicholas, already agitated, spun around. "Are you stopping me right now? Did you not see what Clara's up to? She's totally making a move on Dylan. The guy's ridiculously good-looking-she probably thinks he married her because he actually likes her."

Jackson didn't even bother arguing. He just grabbed a clean tissue from the nightstand and stuffed it straight into Nicholas's mouth.

"Enough. Give it a rest," he said.

Nicholas spat the tissue out, glaring. Something felt off-weren't he and Jackson supposed to be on the same side here? Why did it suddenly feel like Jackson was defending Clara?

Before he could say a word, Jackson dragged him away from the bed. Then, with an icy glance at Clara, he said, "Since you're so eager to take care of Dylan, have at it. But if anything goes wrong, you're taking the fall."

Clara stared at them in disbelief. "Seriously? A little help here would be nice! Changing bandages isn't exactly a one-person job."

Nicholas tried to step forward again, but Jackson yanked him back.

Nicholas finally lost it. "What is wrong with you? Have you lost your mind?"

Jackson rubbed his temples, clearly done with the whole scene. He shoved Nicholas out the door, tossed a quick, "We'll check on Dylan later," over his shoulder at Clara, and disappeared downstairs with Nicholas in tow.

even call after them,

worry flickering across her face. His head

exhausting. She'd thought having backup would help but

and got back to work. Her fingers brushed against Dylan's bare skin, sticky with blood and crisscrossed with fresh wounds. She noticed him flinch ever so slightly,

while he was hurt? She could've just waited until he healed before bringing up anything about

and uneasy. He was

head

knew that.

no way she'd actually fall for Dylan. Dylan must have married her for revenge, that was the only explanation. Now that he was unconscious, was Clara trying to take advantage? She

couch, stretching out until he was practically

glanced up at the stairs, worry etched all over his face. "Are we

of all of them, but he was also the most reliable -the one everyone looked up to. Of course they

grabbed an apple off the table, took a bite, and asked, "Have you

answered, frowning. Why wasn't Aiden

to Dylan-he was the guy everyone trusted. But now, when Dylan actually

"If Aiden's not worried, why are

the energy to flirt earlier, he clearly wasn't on

couldn't shake the feeling that he'd just played wingman for someone else's little love drama upstairs-and

meanwhile, was totally oblivious, as

said not to go

saw the two of them