Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 872

As soon as the fish was done, the test subject tore into it like he hadn't eaten in days, wolfing it down at lightning speed. Clara just stared, stunned. She'd barely finished one fish before she was full, but he polished off the other ten without breaking a sweat. Once he was satisfied, he flopped onto his back nearby and announced, "There's still rabbit, boar, and lamb."

Clara hadn't come to this country to play sidekick to some superhuman eating and hunting machine.

Leaning against a tree, she sighed. "Why don't you go back and rescue the guy who looks just like you? If you do that, I'll cook you as much food as you want. Seriously, I'll make you meals every day."

He looked at her, confused, slowly sitting up. "Looks like me?"

"Yeah, didn't you notice? I told you before-his name is Charles. There's a good chance the two of you are related."

He frowned, clearly lost. "Related? What's that?”

Clara nearly choked. She took a deep breath to steady herself.

"Okay, let me put it this way-will you come back with me? I'll cook for you the whole way. When we get to the factory, I'll go save Charles and you just have to protect me, alright? Do you know what that means? Just... don't let me die."

He stared at her for ages. "No."

He just couldn't bring himself to follow her orders.

going to keep living like this—surviving on terrible food. Is that

went quiet, as if he

If I had a real kitchen, I could make this fish at least a dozen different

still watching

relaxed, rubbing her

was going to

let Charles die over a measly billion-they'd cough up the cash

shake the worry Was he still trapped in there?

was that

it be?

have a child. She hadn't

ibut

if Dylan was hiding even more than she thought.

hoping to get a

in just that short

asked her, "So you don't want him or me, is

Got what?

to wake up, but her body felt icy cold, right down to the bone. Then she felt a hand gently