Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 572

After she finished wiping him down, Clara let out a long sigh, pulled the blanket over him, and looked up. "Feeling any better?"

Her eyes were so clear, so honest, it almost made him want to scream.

He didn't answer. Instead, he turned his head and stared out the window.

Clara had no clue what he was mad about this time, but whatever it was, it was starting to get on her nerves too.

She tossed the towel into the basin and left the room without another word.

Seriously, what was his deal? The man was a walking minefield-you never knew what would set him off.

The more she thought about it, the more annoyed she got. By the time she stepped out into the hallway, she was fuming and ran right into the housekeeper coming up the stairs.

The housekeeper greeted her with a big, friendly smile. "Mrs. Carter, dinner's ready. Why don't you come down and have a bite? We made some soup for you since it's that time of the month."

Clara felt like she was already full-full of frustration.

"I'm good, thanks. Just bring some up for him, okay?"

She turned and headed for the guest room, shutting the door a little too hard behind her.

The housekeeper didn't dare ask anything else. Instead, she hurried to the master bedroom and knocked softly. "Sir, dinner's ready, we "

before a quiet voice cut her

"Not hungry."

no idea what was going on with these

she went back downstairs and looked at the untouched dishes

*

and was immediately cornered by the worried

nor Mrs. Carter ate dinner. She's been upstairs all night and wouldn't come down. We didn't want to pry.

hung out at the office, enjoying the peace and quiet. He hated getting caught

go to bed. I'll

stopped by Dylan's room and pushed

wide

read them a hundred times by

to himself. "Boss, want something to

into his nightstand drawer and started twirling a ring between

one never left his hand. This

a long silence, Dylan muttered, “She

that sparked between a

those for him. She was too honest, too straightforward, too

No spark, no desire.

in front of him, if she didn't like him, that was