Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 722

The bathtub was big enough for both of them. He gathered her into his arms, and

they just sat there, soaking in the warm water together.

Clara's cheeks were bright red. From where he sat, he could see her lips slightly

parted, a little sheen of sweat trickling down from her forehead.

He tightened his hold on her, thinking for a few seconds before slowly lowering his

head, about to kiss her.

But she opened her eyes, staring up at him, catching him mid-move.

Realizing she was awake, he froze, suddenly hesitant.

Clara watched him for a few seconds, then her eyes fluttered closed for real this

time, her head resting against his chest, only the side of her face visible.

Dylan pressed his lips together, letting out a rough, resigned sigh as he rested his

chin on the top of her head.

"Stop torturing me," he whispered, voice hoarse.

It felt like he was living with a sword hanging over his head, never knowing when

it might fall.

After about fifteen minutes, he carefully washed her up, then carried her back to

bed.

Clara seemed to sense how relaxed her body was—she tucked herself under the

covers and fell asleep almost instantly.

Dylan dried himself off and came back to the bedside. Half her face was buried

her breathing

edge of the

down, her hand instinctively reached

waist.

barely daring

spent the whole night lying

arm, sometimes curling

to him in her

freeze up,

soundly all

called the doctor to check on her.

with concern.

rest," the doctor

at her bedside

came in, letting him know the old house had called,

breakfast.

going," Dylan said

looked awkward. Rai

in from overseas,

why—he wanted Dylan

to the

put it off for two years,

waiting

along.

"Sir..." Aiden started.

to finish. Clara's eyes

at first, then rubbed her forehead. "Why am

bedroom again?"

bed, her

wasn't the distant, icy Clara, or the

soft voice.

fingers for a

asking, "What is it?"

moved from him to Aiden. "What's with you

did Dylan look so pale? And