Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 760

Dylan's throat tightened, like he might cough up blood right then and there.

His phone buzzed. Clara's name lit up the screen.

He froze for half a second. That was her ringtone—the one he'd set just for her.

His heart squeezed. As he pressed the phone to his ear, it felt like the best sound in the world.

Clara was worried he'd heard the wrong news. Dylan's health was always shaky, and if he did something reckless in a panic... She couldn't risk it.

"I'm at the bottom of the hill. Did you hear anything?" Her voice was gentle, but she was clearly anxious.

"Yeah," he said, voice low, stepping into the helicopter. "Wait for me."

Clara finally let out a breath she'd been holding and stood quietly by her car.

The night air was cold, sending her hair flying around her face.

Her coat was long gone—ripped away by the old lady earlier—so she was left in just a thin shirt. She looked small and fragile standing there in the wind.

Charles, clueless as always, didn't even think to offer his jacket.

Milo's head and throwing worried glances at

of helicopter blades cut through

looked up as the helicopter landed close

In seconds, he was in front of her, pulling her

he held her—the exhaustion, the worry, the relief. It was like he was carrying the weight of the world, and

then stopped, letting her lashes fall as she let him hold her as long

had faded, and his

off his own jacket

looked up at his cold, unreadable face. Anyone else would probably think

his face

pulled him closer, searching his

a little, letting her

Even

one to the other and

whole mood shattered in

hands like she'd been

away, lost

between them. "Did I say something wrong? I just thought, if you

his irritation and finally said, voice

about how he hadn't said anything wrong and why Dylan had to

Whatever.