Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 733

Clara woke up as the sky was turning gold and pink. For a moment, she just lay there, the leftover pain from earlier dulled by sleep. But now that she was awake, her head buzzed like someone was drilling straight through her skull.

She sat up slowly, took a breath, and opened the door-almost bumping straight into Dylan.

He wasn't in his wheelchair today. He stood tall in all black: shirt, pants, the whole look.

Clara's hand paused on the doorknob. "Is there anything to eat?" she asked, her voice a little hoarse.

Hunger again.

Dylan nodded, reaching for her hand before he even seemed to think about it.

Clara was moving slower than usual and didn't dodge, so he ended up leading her downstairs, their hands linked.

Through the big living room windows, she caught sight of the two dogs wrestling in the yard and Charles standing by the old tree, arms folded.

He noticed her right away, sliding the glass door open and hurrying inside. "Hey, sis, feeling any better?"

She could tell he meant it, so she gave him a small nod.

next to her, but Dylan pulled out the chair first, nearly making Charles miss his seat

the chair

took a breath and sat across from Clara, forcing himself to cool off. "So, are we still going out

promised him earlier that they'd go out if she felt up to it after her

hands froze for a second

his eyes and

Dylan wasn't as impossible to talk

always butted heads with him, and he'd

out

of him placing

out dinner. Dylan quietly moved her favorite dishes closer

knew exactly what she liked to eat,

forced into this marriage

she couldn't ignore those little things.

Dylan end up falling for

waking from the accident with no memory, she'd called him. His voice had been cool but gentle-he was the first to ask if she was really hurt.

with her spoon,

her mood and asked softly,

she could have