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.

head and throwing worried glances at Clara every few seconds, just in case she

helicopter blades cut through the

looked up as the helicopter

long strides eating up the distance between them. In seconds, he was in front of her, pulling her into a tight

exhaustion, the worry, the relief. It was like he was carrying the weight of the world, and for a

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

faded, and his voice came out hoarse. "You're

off his own jacket and draped it over her

his cold, unreadable face. Anyone else would probably think he didn't have a single feeling in

cupping his face in

pulled him

bent down a little, letting her

them said a thing. Even the wind seemed to

hood, looked from one to the other and suddenly blurted out, "Are

mood shattered in

dropped her hands like

head away, lost in

cheek, glancing between them. "Did I say something wrong? I just thought, if you guys were gonna kiss, maybe I should turn

bit back his irritation and finally said, voice icy,

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

Whatever.