Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 675

The moment Dylan got back to Palm Bay, he called a doctor to check on her.

Clara had barely hit the sheets before she started complaining about the heat,

over and over.

The doctor's verdict matched what that stranger had warned them—it was just a

nasty side effect from the illegal drugs. Nothing to be done.

Dylan's face darkened for a second. He had someone fill a tub with cold water

and gently lowered her in.

But Clara barely noticed the chill. Sweat kept trickling down her forehead, her

whole body burning like she was on fire.

“Babe, I’m still so hot,” she mumbled.

Dylan wasn’t in his wheelchair this time. He crouched beside the tub, forcing

himself to look away from the lost, hazy look in her eyes.

He couldn’t forget what she’d said before—how she felt dirty.

He barely dared to touch her. His fingers tightened on the edge of the tub, lashes

lowered. “Just soak a bit longer. You’ll cool down soon.”

Clara’s cheeks were red, and she sneezed. “I’m hot and cold at the same time.

Can’t I just hold you?”

She tried to wrap her arms around his neck, but he dodged her gentle hug.

Her face fell. She sank a little deeper into the water, hugging herself.

Dylan stood up, grabbed a bathrobe, and headed to the guest room to take a cold

shower.

came back, Clara was still soaking in the

for her—he hated seeing her

he could do.

by the bathroom door just as she got out of the tub, one hand

wall, her

but before he could, she hurried

kissed him.

for a second,

hands.

clear-headed, her voice puzzled. “Why

a little shove, pushing him onto the bed.

leaned over him, smiling suddenly. “You’re actually

know?”

to react, then pressed

“Yeah.”

door—he needed to bring in Clara’s

the boss

he cracked the door,

froze, then quickly closed

the next day that Dylan finally woke up. Clara

his arms, only

about to close his eyes again when

say, “Sir, Mrs.

frowned, grabbed some clothes, and got up, carefully tucking the

around Clara before leaving.

on bad terms with him

been let back in after handing

footage.

seeing Dylan looking a bit better, she finally

she noticed the marks on his collarbone beneath his white shirt,

her hand on the

ridiculous! Your body’s already in

You’re going to be the death of

rushed over the

Clara had been

past

she couldn’t eat

terrified she’d