Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run
Chapter 727
Chapter 727
Something wasn't right.
Clara lay on her back, staring up at the ceiling.
No, something was definitely off. Dylan's tenderness, the way he cared for her-it all felt alarmingly natural, like he'd been doing it forever.
She remembered what Mrs. Hawthorne had said, about Dylan picking wildflowers at the old country chapel. She remembered hurling those flowers at him; he hadn't made a sound in protest.
She had no idea how long she drifted in her thoughts before the door creaked open again. Dylan stepped in, carrying a bowl of soup.
He gently helped her sit up, slipping a pillow behind her lower back.
He stirred the soup, scooped up a spoonful, and held it to her lips.
She drank, her eyes lingering on his face.
But Dylan wouldn't meet her gaze. He just quietly repeated the motion-scoop, feed, repeat-like this was the most normal thing in the world.
Clara ate until her stomach finally stopped aching. Only then did she speak, her voice hesitant. "You..."
She got the word out, then immediately turned away, embarrassed.
Even that small movement felt exhausting-her whole body was heavy and weak. Dylan just waited, holding the bowl, patient for whatever she wanted to say.
The silence pressed in, thick and tense, like he was waiting for his sentence to be passed.
If she'd remembered her past, she wouldn't be this gentle, she thought. But fate had been strangely generous to him.
took Clara a long moment before
He
his gaze. Her cheeks went
stuck in her throat, her face burning. She'd never felt so
just watched her, steady and
and leaned
down. I just... I thought you saw me as a stand-in. I never thought
night she'd been pushed into the pit, with dirt raining down on her, she'd finally realized just how
ruined his legs, and he never blamed her for
good to her, and she'd
forced her into marriage, and she'd told herself it was just him using his
never even considered that he might
so deep, like a kaleidoscope-every little, dazzling piece hidden
not to imagine what kind of love could drive someone like
hot as
made him look into Z, thinking he just didn't like Z for the same shallow reasons everyone else
He just loved her too
this, she would've kept being
bear to hurt him anymore. Emotional debts-those are always the
Dylan. I was... so
it out loud made her feel lighter, like she could finally breathe
against the bowl. Then, suddenly, his breath was on her-and his lips were pressed to
flew
kissed her. Heat flushed up her
chest, trying to push
lips trailed down, hungry for
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