Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 125

Clara let out a deep sigh, knowing full well that hiding wasn't a real solution. She set the towel aside and heard him ask, "What's going on this time?" She really needed to get this off her chest.

"I got set up by Quinn. She lost her baby and blamed me for pushing her. Now my mom's talking about sending me to a psychiatric hospital."

After she said it, she leaned back, her eyes a bit lost in thought. Her heart wasn't made of stone. Even with her memory issues, thinking about this stuff still hurt.

Dylan reached out his hand. His fist was clenched, and even his nails were perfect. Her mind wandered, amazed that a person could be so flawless.

Just as her thoughts were drifting, his tightly clenched fist opened up, revealing a piece of candy in his palm. With Dylan's cool demeanor, the gesture was kind of... amusing.

Her gloomy thoughts vanished instantly. She took the candy with a faint smile on her lips. "I'm not a kid anymore."

Her fingers were a bit damp and brushed against Dylan's palm. Dylan just gave her a quick glance and looked away.

Clara unwrapped the candy and popped it into her mouth, the spreading sweetness soothing her troubled heart.

Jackson realized he was being snubbed. He pressed his lips together and turned to the sofa in the lobby, waiting for Dylan to come back down.

Dylan reached the second floor and opened the door to his bedroom. Clara followed closely, her pant legs still dripping water. "There are clean towels inside. Go ahead."

His tone was nonchalant, as he sat in his wheelchair, not even glancing at the bathroom. Clara desperately needed a shower, so she headed straight into the bathroom and closed the door.

It was only when she saw the collection of men's toiletries on the counter that she suddenly had a realization. The villa was huge, surely there were other guest rooms. Why didn't Dylan suggest she use one of those? He’s so refined and likely particular about cleanliness, especially with personal items.