Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 240

Clara stared at the flower in front of her, taking in the scene around her. The fleeting memory that had just crossed her mind happened right here, and she was the main character. So, was this where she first met Z?

Her brow furrowed as she tried to pull more details from her memory, but the harder she tried, the more her head ached. Raising a hand to massage her temples, a pair of long fingers gently began to rub her temples for her.

Clara wanted to turn around, but the blindfold slipped over her eyes again. She sighed, "Feeling any better?"

"Yeah."

It seemed he wasn't fully recovered; otherwise, why would he be so quiet? She stayed still, waiting for him to tie the blindfold properly before turning around. "Have I been here before?"

As soon as she spoke, the grip on her wrist tightened painfully. She stayed silent, but he quickly realized, releasing her immediately. A red mark had already formed on her pale wrist.

He gently caressed the mark, trying to ease her pain. Sensing his guilt, Clara decided to change the subject. "Our first time was here, wasn't it?"

When she first walked in, the place seemed lovely. The fragmented memories she had were enjoyable, so how did it turn into a fight? The man stayed silent, just tracing her wrist.

Clara was really frustrated with her memory loss. Not knowing anything made her feel so passive. She raised her hands to touch his face and felt his warmth. "Are you still running a fever?"

"Yeah."

She immediately wanted to remove the blindfold, but he stopped her. "Don't look at me."

"Alright, alright, I won't look. But you need to take your medicine. Why are you out here with a fever? What if you faint? No wonder you've been so quiet today, just like my boss, so silent. I'm not used to it."

He fell silent again. Clara quickly realized her mistake and squeezed his wrist, "Let's soak in the hot tub, sweat it out. I didn't mean to bring up someone else."

She thought he would stay upset, but his fingers had already begun to undo her clothes. Her breathing hitched, and she turned her head to the side, but then remembered she couldn't see anything anyway, so she turned back.

As she sank into the hot tub, leaning against Z's chest, she remembered the gossip Scarlette had shared earlier. "Hey, Z, do you know what people say about your boss? They say he used to be an undercover agent, but apart from that, no one really knows much about his past."

Z's fingers pressed gently on her shoulder, the pressure just right, making her body go limp as she leaned further into him. She summarized what Scarlette had said and asked lazily, "Have you heard anything like that around here?"

His fingers paused for a few seconds. "Yes."