Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 761

Clara couldn't wrap her head around it.

She hugged him, arms around his waist. She only meant to hold him for a second, but just as she started to let go, he caught her and pulled her in closer.

For a moment, on that chilly night, it felt like they were just two people trying to keep each other warm.

Her chest felt tight, like something heavy pressing in, and no amount of comfort seemed to help.

She didn't know how long they stood like that. Eventually, she eased her grip and stepped back. "Let's go back. Try to get some sleep tonight, okay?"

He nodded and followed her to the car.

Charles, as clueless as ever, made a beeline for the front seat. When he saw Dylan lingering beside him, refusing to move to the back, Charles scowled.

"What's your problem? The front seat's for me-her brother. You can squeeze in the back with the dog."

He barely finished before Clara called out, "Charles."

Charles took a dramatic breath, then surrendered. "Fine, I'll go squeeze in the back with the dog. Dylan, you better appreciate it-I'm only doing this for my sister."

Dylan just slid into the passenger seat, saying nothing.

Clara leaned over to buckle his seatbelt. She worried he was too out of it to do it himself. Anyone would be, after getting news like that.

he could see a few loose strands of her hair fall

then slowly reached up and tucked her hair gently behind

then quickly finished with the

Bay, Clara walked ahead. But then she remembered his

sure your

rushed out the moment he heard the

"I'm fine," he said.

"If you were really fine, you wouldn't

rehab all this time. Here-let

but then reached

he took her hand and held

stiffened, lips pressed together, but didn't say

bedroom, hand in hand. When he went

opened the closet to grab him

she noticed her old clothes hanging there, and even a

"You never

still faint marks

froze, then strode over and slammed the closet door shut. He quickly yanked open the side door, grabbed whatever was

there, rubbing

have