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.

change at all. He just kept eating, calm and quiet,

his bowl, scooped up a spoonful, and tasted it-just as awful,

worse.

had lost his sense of taste a long time ago. She held the spoon tight, not knowing what to say. He seemed

her chest, sadness

gently. But someone who can't taste anything can never enjoy good food. All her effort, all her carefully

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

all over her face. Just then,

a few drops of

wiped her face for a while, then looked

she knew were ruined. She'd been so rattled by his hug that she'd gone overboard with

sŵnovel

idea

BUMS

rang. The housekeeper answered, and soon Jackson

known about Dylan's accident for a while, but these two had just heard and rushed right

the table, perfectly fine, he let out a huge sigh of relief. Without a second thought, he grabbed a spoon

you have no idea. I've been buried in a project and haven't slept properly for three days. The moment I heard you'd had an accident, I

the soup, then instantly grabbed a napkin, spitting it out with

them had heard about Clara's