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,

always believed that if she was patient

way to Dylan's side.

missing for nearly two months, her chance had

was determined this time-she wasn't letting it slip

red and watery as

by Clara's bedside.

she managed, her

worked quietly, removing the

wound on

wiped her tears, sliding into the chair next to Clara. "Let

her for the next few

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

of

flicker

thought, that title will

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

tonight. I'd like to

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

smile.

attention to Clara, lying pale

one girl get? She was no one special, just

staff at Palm Bay adored

Clara get

pushed down

resentment and jealousy, making

trace

wiping

orders for

room

someone who

next day that Clara's fever

saw the exhaustion written all over

should really get some rest. We've prepared a guest room for

her temples, her voice scratchy

you. I'm just really worried about Clara. Please let

she wakes up, okay?"

nodded, clearly touched. What a wonderful friend,

and Clara still didn't wake

changed her bandages once, all of

wound on her palm.

a nap and found out Clara was still unconscious,

needed some air and asked if she

with several houses clustered around the main