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

of the blanket and slipped in beside

he lay down, her hand instinctively reached

waist.

stiffened, barely

whole night lying there, tense,

arm, sometimes curling

him in

he'd freeze up, worried she

she slept soundly all the

doctor to check on her. The doctor's brows

with concern.

needs more rest,"

at her bedside and just nodded.

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

breakfast.

not going," Dylan said

looked awkward.

in from overseas, and

wanted Dylan

the main

off for two years, but

waiting

along.

"Sir..." Aiden started.

didn't get to finish. Clara's eyes

little lost at first, then rubbed her forehead. "Why am I back in

bedroom again?"

out of bed, her face no longer

Clara, or the sweet Clara who called him 'husband' in

soft voice.

throat tightened. He flexed his fingers for a long second before

asking, "What is it?"

moved from him to Aiden. "What's

so pale? And Aiden,