Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 268

Clara tossed and turned, her mind racing with thoughts that wouldn’t let her sleep. She couldn't tell if what had just happened was a dream or reality.

As evening settled in, Megan walked into her hospital room. Megan looked pale, like she’d lost too much blood. When she sat by Clara's bedside, her fingers were trembling.

Worried, Clara quickly got out of bed. "What's wrong? Is your wound bothering you?"

Megan shook her head slowly, her face visibly drained of color.

"Clara, I'm getting discharged," she said, her voice hoarse, as if she'd been crying a lot.

Clara’s heart clenched. "Is everything okay at home?" She didn’t know much about Megan’s family situation.

"No, I’m just really tired. I need to go home and sleep. I can’t rest here in the hospital," Megan replied.

"Alright, let me take you home," Clara offered.

"No need, I just want to be alone," Megan insisted, looking so downcast that she almost stumbled as she stood up.

Clara could tell Megan didn’t want to talk about it, so she didn’t push further. After Megan left, Clara felt the urge to head home too. Megan's visit had distracted her, and she hadn’t thought about Dylan since.

But once she got in the car, Clara glanced at her phone and realized it was on silent. There were loads of messages from Z.

[What are you up to?]

[Why aren’t you picking up?]

[I’m coming to get you, where are you?]

[It’s been three hours, are you mad at me?]

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There were over twenty messages in total. Clara was too exhausted to read them all and drove straight home.

At home, she collapsed into bed. Half-asleep, she felt someone gently wiping sweat from her forehead. This time, it wasn’t just in her head. A warm hand held hers, and the warmth seeped into her heart.

“Z?” she murmured, reaching for her phone to check the time, but a spoon was brought to her lips instead, along with his voice.