Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 720

Dylan slipped out quietly, leaving the Ferguson family's birthday party still in full swing. The old man wanted to chat more with Rai, and Mrs. Ferguson, saying she felt unwell, had already excused herself to the family chapel.

When Dylan got into the car, he just stared at his phone, dazed. The missed call stared back at him, proof that everything that had just happened was real-not some strange dream.

Clara... she was really at Palm Bay.

He lowered his gaze and finally spoke, voice soft. "Are we almost there?"

Aiden glanced back from the front seat, sounding half-amused, half-exasperated. "Sir, we just left."

"Oh." Dylan went quiet, eyes glued to his phone, lost in thought.

Forty minutes later, the car stopped in front of Palm Bay. Dylan stayed in his wheelchair all the way inside, rolling straight to the master bedroom. He still couldn't quite believe it, even when he saw her lying there on the bed.

Clara over with the kind of focus that made everyone

a thorough exam, the doctor finally said, "Mrs. Ferguson's amnesia doesn't appear to be from the car

the edge of the sheets. He hesitated-then, after a few seconds, seemed to make up his mind and gently wrapped his hand

hand was so much smaller

between Dylan and the doctor, obviously stressed. "Wait-if it wasn't the car accident, then what was it? And when did she even have a car accident? Can you guys please just say what you mean? My head is killing me. She was totally fine tonight-honestly, she looked like a badass when she fired that gun. Sure, I'm still better

what's with that look? You act

found her napping

just squeezed Clara's

Charles a look that clearly meant "enough."

the other side of Clara's bed,

body shut down for a few days because it just couldn't handle any more. And after

my fault." He lifted her hand to

for a few days. Honestly, she's stronger than most people. But you need to