Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 570

Clara felt a wave of annoyance bubble up inside her. But then she caught herself Aiden was the one who cared about Dylan the most. There was no way he'd just disappear on purpose. He was probably caught up with something urgent.

She pressed her lips together, deciding it wasn't worth getting upset over. "I just changed his bandages and put on some fresh medicine, but he still hasn't woken up. Should we call a doctor?"

"No need. The boss has always been healthy. I'll have to trouble you to look after him for a few days, Mrs. Dawson. Now that he's suddenly collapsed, I need to handle things at the office. I've got to head out.”

Clara started to say something, but that same unexplainable frustration washed over her again.

Before she could get a word out, Aiden was already heading downstairs.

She stood in the doorway of the master bedroom, suddenly at a loss for what to do.

If she just left Dylan here, she'd feel guilty all day. But staying to take care of him? This marriage had been forced on her just the thought made her stomach twist.

She hovered outside for ten minutes before finally pushing the door open, telling herself she could figure everything out once he recovered.

She sat down by the bed, letting her eyes drift to his face.

It wasn't the first time she'd studied Dylan's features, but no matter how many times she looked, he was still stunning enough to take her breath away.

People are visual creatures, she thought. Who wouldn't like looking at something beautiful? The universe had clearly played favorites with him.

Lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice when his eyes slowly opened.

Surprise flickered in her own eyes, but the memory of him passing out-because

of something she said-made her heart skip with guilt.

"Mr. Dawson, you're awake."

Dylan acted like he hadn't heard, closing his eyes again.

So, he's mad.

her cheeks heat up, but when she saw how pale he looked, she couldn't

to drift back to sleep.

someone

opened it

tall, with a kind of quiet intensity.

"Has Dylan woken up?"

She'd never fit

up for a second,

nodded, making no move to come in, but he looked at Clara

she forced a smile. "Do

to her-she didn't really have the right to

little and stepped back. "No need. With his wife here taking

she'd been struck

few seconds to process

opened her mouth to protest, "I'm

she really not? They'd

crept in again, like she'd been shoved into a role

the door and noticed

fallen

With

it on

sigh, she

set

a side table.

awake, watching her. She had

seemed

rushed over and helped him, propping a

into it, settling

lips were dry and asked softly, "Want some