Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 804

Clara was practically drenched in sweat, her clothes clinging to her as she

slumped into a chair in the grand foyer. Only then did she finally let herself pass

out, her face going slack with relief.

The staff moved fast. Someone called the doctor, while others fussed politely over

Megan, offering her tea and soft words.

It was Megan's first time at Palm Bay. After weeks of going out of her mind,

unable to reach Clara no matter how many times she tried, she'd never expected

things to turn out like this. Instead of endless waiting, she'd suddenly found

herself standing in Dylan's home.

She'd always watched him from a distance before-never close enough to truly

touch anything that belonged to his world. But now, she could run her fingers over

the banister he'd gripped, walk the floors he'd paced, and breathe in the air he'd

left behind. The feeling gave her a weird, giddy sense of satisfaction.

Sure, Tara was still around-her rival, the other obstacle. But honestly, Megan

didn't waste much time worrying about her. To her, Tara was just as clueless as

Eden-both of them hopelessly out of their depth.

A slow, secretive smile tugged at Megan's lips. She turned to a maid nearby. "Is

Mr. Dylan coming home today?"

The maid shook her head. "Sir won't be back for a few days."

Megan raised her eyebrows. She'd heard enough rumors floating around lately-

Dylan and Clara marrying, then divorcing, word that Dylan might be heading to

North America. Places like Moonlight were always swirling with gossip; after all,

everyone there was someone important.

That was exactly why she never quit her job there. Staying at Moonlight meant

staying close to Dylan. She'd played the long game, keeping her feelings hidden,

friend, waiting

was patient

way to Dylan's side.

nearly two

was determined this time-she wasn't

upstairs, eyes red and

by Clara's bedside.

is Clara?" she

quietly, removing the bullet

the wound on

her tears, sliding into the chair next to Clara. "Let me help. I'll

her for the

grateful, but one still asked gently, "Miss, are you a

of

flicker

thought,

and sure. "I'm her best friend. I

I'd like

lady's friend, you're welcome here," the

smile.

turned her attention to Clara, lying pale and unconscious in

no one special, just some illegitimate child,

at

get

down all

resentment and jealousy, making

a trace of it showed.

wiping Clara's

for

room with the

of someone

next day that Clara's fever

saw the exhaustion written all over Megan's face

should really get some rest.

nodded, rubbing her temples, her voice scratchy from lack of

just really worried about Clara. Please let

she wakes up, okay?"

touched. What a wonderful friend, she

came, and Clara still

staff changed her bandages once, all of them wincing

wound on her palm.

Megan woke from a nap and found

needed some air and asked if she

Bay was huge, with several houses