Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 790

She finished chopping the vegetables and was about to turn on the stove when suddenly, he appeared behind her, slipping his arms around her waist. His head dropped down, resting gently on her shoulder, his breath warm against her skin.

Clara froze, her hand gripping the skillet handle, completely at a loss for how to react.

But he only held her for a few seconds before letting go. "If this is too much, just let someone else handle it," he said softly.

Her mind went completely blank, and she stood there for what felt like ages, staring into space. By the time she snapped out of it, he was already gone.

She moved on autopilot after that, not even sure how she managed to finish cooking. When she finally set the dishes on the table, she still felt dazed, like she was floating through a fog.

It wasn't until she pressed a bowl of soup into his hands that she seemed to wake up again. “Eat,” she told him quietly.

He took the bowl and started eating in silence, head bowed.

Clara watched him, not sure what to say. The silence between them felt strangely heavy.

She bit her lip, took a spoonful of soup for herself, and immediately winced as the taste hit her.

Too salty.

So salty it was almost bitter.

didn't change at all. He just kept eating, calm and

a spoonful, and tasted it-just as

worse.

Dylan had lost his sense of taste a long time ago. She held the

bloomed in her chest, sadness

little more gently. But someone who can't

never complained, never looked annoyed. Even if he couldn't taste it, he was still gentle with

the spoon down, disappointment written all over her face. Just then, he reached for a napkin and gently wiped her

and finally noticed a few drops of water on

a while, then looked at her, studying her

her chair, staring at the dishes she'd made-dishes she knew were ruined. She'd been so rattled by his hug that she'd gone overboard with the

sŵnovel

had no idea what

BUMS

answered,

but these two had just heard

the table, perfectly fine, he let out a huge sigh of relief. Without a

for three days. The

took a sip of the soup, then instantly grabbed a napkin, spitting it out with a dramatic

who knew them had heard about Clara's