Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 738

Back in the guest room, Clara took a hot shower, hoping it would calm her nerves. As she undressed, her eyes landed on the bite mark on her shoulder.

She froze, heat rushing from her toes all the way up to her cheeks. For a long moment, she just stared at it. Then, with a frustrated sigh, she tried scrubbing it away, but the mark stayed stubbornly in place. No matter what she did, it was still there—proof she couldn't erase. There was no way anyone would believe nothing happened between her and Dylan. Even a ghost wouldn't buy that story.

She flopped onto the bed, but sleep wouldn't come. Her mind raced. Her chest felt tight, like something was sitting right on top of her heart.

She reached for her wrist, fingers brushing over the little charm bracelet-still there, thankfully. She let out a shaky breath. At least that hadn't vanished.

She tried to push everything else to the back of her mind. Right now, she needed to figure out who had set up Z.

But since sleep was hopeless, she got up and went looking for Charles. She wanted to get a handle on everything that had happened recently, maybe make some sense of it all.

Walking past the study, she heard voices-Aiden's, tense and pleading. "Mr. Prescott, please. The doctor says you need to put everything else aside and rest. Just one month, that's all. Your body can't take much more."

Clara almost never heard Aiden sound that anxious. She frowned, then quietly pushed the door open.

Inside, Dylan was at his desk, eyes on a stack of documents, completely ignoring Aiden. He acted like he hadn't heard a word.

up

gaze landed on the piece of cake on the table. Without a

cough. But Dylan hadn't reacted

the spoon, expression darkening. "What's wrong with

worried about him? She

unsure of what to say. Before he could answer, Clara covered his hand

going on?" Her voice was steady, but her worry was obvious. Had he

but Aiden cut in. "Mrs. Prescott, the truth

before he could finish.

She pulled her hand away from Dylan and turned to Aiden. "Tell me. Everything.

at Dylan.

strong, but Dylan

his gaze

been getting prescriptions to help, but a few months ago, he switched to some really strong medication with bad side effects. He's not supposed to take it often, but he can't stop himself. The doctor said if he keeps

was already on edge, but now her chest felt

this? Was he not afraid of