Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 315

As Dylan got nudged out of the conference room, he let out a quiet "Hmm." Inside, the tension had been thick, but the moment he left, it was like a weight lifted off everyone’s shoulders. They all breathed a sigh of relief.

Once back in his office, Dylan stayed composed, though his desk was piled high with paperwork he couldn’t bring himself to tackle. Numbers that usually made sense to him now looked like squiggling tadpoles on the paper. Rubbing his temples, he turned to Aiden and said, “I’m going to take a nap. Wake me at seven.”

“Got it,” Aiden replied.

Dylan had been battling severe insomnia, and recently, the dark circles under his eyes had deepened. But today, lying on the couch in the break room, he surprisingly drifted off, perhaps because he was in a rare good mood. Yet, dreams of tangled past memories often haunted him, making his sleep restless.

In his dream, a calm voice cut through the confusion. “He’s gone, so why are you still here?” It felt like a dagger to his heart, and the suffocating feeling surged back. Startled, he woke up, realizing only twenty minutes had passed.

Pale-faced, he called out, “Aiden.” Aiden quickly came in, recognizing the signs of another nightmare. He handed Dylan a few sleeping pills. “Boss, take these and try to rest.”

Dylan rubbed his temples, his voice hoarse. “Still no new sleeping pills?”

Most sleeping pills were similar, and he’d built up a tolerance. The stronger ones had harsh side effects, which Aiden was wary of.

“Ms. Clara, are you sure the boss will like the gift?”

Clara replied quickly, “Absolutely.”

Considering Dylan had visited Shelly’s grave earlier, even if he didn’t like the gift, the resemblance might cause him to pause.

Feeling a bit reassured, Aiden glanced in the rear-view mirror at Dylan, who kept his emotions well hidden. But there he was, resting his head against the window, watching the city blur by with a faint smile, clearly in good spirits.