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.

over with the kind of focus that made everyone else

finally said, "Mrs. Ferguson's

sheets. He hesitated-then, after a few seconds, seemed to make

was so much

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 looking-maybe by a lot—but

rambled on, half bragging, then stepped up to Dylan. "Hey, what's with that look? You act like

her napping earlier, after

didn't answer, just squeezed Clara's hand a little

look that clearly meant "enough."

immediately claimed the other side of Clara's

to recover, the same way you did after your own incident. Her body shut down for a few days because it just couldn't handle any more. And after that high-dose injection recently, then with

He

just be out for a few days. Honestly, she's stronger than most people. But you need to know-her memory loss didn't start