Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 317

As Clara leaned in closer to talk to Dylan, the soft scent of her hair drifted over to him, causing his eyelashes to flutter against her palm. It tickled her a little.

She took a deep breath, trying to shake off the strange feeling in her chest. "Close your eyes for a moment," she instructed.

Expecting some pushback, Clara was surprised when Dylan actually complied without a fuss. Tonight, he seemed unusually cooperative. Given his status, people usually clamored for his attention, and here he was, patient with her despite their worlds being so far apart.

She moved quickly, turning on the lights and guiding him to where Sarah sat waiting.

Sarah was on the couch, and when she saw Dylan’s face, her eyes widened in awe. Is he even real? What happened to his legs? Are they permanently damaged? Though she felt a twinge of regret, she quickly reassured herself. With a face like that, even losing the use of his legs wouldn’t change how she felt. She’d gladly take care of him, even if it meant being his caregiver for life.

Nervously, she rubbed her sweaty palms together, watching as Clara slipped out of the room and called back, "Mr. Dylan, you can open your eyes now."

Dylan’s lips curled into a subtle smile, eyes sparkling with amusement. But as soon as his eyes landed on Sarah, that warmth turned to ice.

Sarah felt her anxiety spike, thinking of how other women might try to win over a man. She gently nudged his leg with hers. "Hi, Mr. Dylan, I'm Sarah."

Her voice was shaky because just a moment ago, he’d seemed almost approachable, and now his smile was gone. Even without saying a word, his calm demeanor scared her, as if invisible snakes were slithering at her feet, ready to strike.

Clara had already shut the bedroom door and sat outside, feeling rather pleased with herself. Her smile lingered until Aiden entered the room.

Aiden, concerned about how things were going, let himself in with his key card. Spotting Clara in the living room, he quickly scanned the area. "Where’s the boss?"

"He’s in the bedroom," Clara replied softly, not wanting to disturb whatever was happening inside. She quickly pulled Aiden into the hallway.