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.

long moment before she dropped

blinked, lashes trembling. He finally

his gaze. Her cheeks went pink. "I

words stuck in her throat, her face

nothing. He just watched

her eyes and leaned back,

sorry. I always sort of knew, deep down. I just... I thought you saw

night she'd been pushed into the pit, with dirt raining down on her, she'd finally realized

he never blamed her

and she'd

told herself it was just him using his

considered that he

buried so deep, like a kaleidoscope-every little, dazzling piece hidden where nobody could see. Who knew when it might all

of love could drive someone like him to such

was hot as she

even made him look into Z, thinking he just didn't

it wasn't that. He just loved her too

she hadn't realized this, she would've kept being cold, kept treating him like some overbearing

she couldn't bear to hurt him anymore. Emotional debts-those

I was... so slow

loud made her feel lighter, like she

Then, suddenly, his breath was on her-and his

eyes flew open, heart

long he kissed her.

against his chest, trying to

down,

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