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.

felt her cheeks heat up, but when she saw

after a moment, he seemed to drift back to sleep.

later, someone knocked

got up and opened it to find Richard standing

of quiet intensity. He gave her a quick look, then

"Has Dylan woken up?"

wasn't close to any of these people. She'd never fit into Dylan's world,

for a

to come in, but he looked at

a smile. "Do you

her-she didn't really have the right

little and stepped back. "No need. With his wife here taking care of him, I'm sure he's

felt like she'd been struck

to process what Richard had

opened her mouth to protest, "I'm not

she really not? They'd

feeling crept in again, like she'd been shoved into a role she never

closed the door

fallen on the

With

it on

sigh, she picked it

set

a side table.

watching her. She had no idea if he'd overheard what Richard

sit up, but every movement seemed to drain what little

rushed over and helped him,

leaned into it,

were dry and asked