Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 38

After a moment that felt like forever, he finally said, “Come here.” His voice was raspy, barely more than a whisper.

Clara didn’t dare challenge him and slowly made her way over.

He radiated heat, and his neck glistened with sweat. The towel was useless now; he got up slowly and splashed cold water on his face, droplets soaking into his robe.

“Mr. Dylan, you’re still battling that cold.”

Dylan leaned over, splashing his face a few more times, but his voice remained gritty. “So, what do you think we should do?”

Clara was stumped. The medicine Scarlette had given her wasn’t ordinary; it even had a strong-willed guy like Dylan struggling. A regular person would’ve probably caved by now, and who knew how long the effects would last?

Dylan was already sick and in physical therapy, so any extra trouble from this ordeal would be on her conscience.

Clara stood by the sink for a few seconds before blurting out, “Should I find a girl for you?”

Dylan’s breathing hitched at her suggestion. The tension in the room vanished, replaced by a cold, cutting intensity.

“Get out.”

A shiver ran down Clara’s spine as she felt his anger for the first time. She didn’t dare say another word, slowly opened the bathroom door, and left.

In her bedroom, she was restless and worried about Dylan.

Two hours later, Dylan finally came out of the bathroom. He was back in his wheelchair and didn’t even glance at her as he headed to his room.

Clara wanted to ask about his cold, but his icy demeanor kept her silent.

The next morning, she got up early and bumped into Aiden on her way out.

Aiden was leaving Dylan’s room, and his gaze turned frosty when he saw her. “Ms. Clara, here’s the plan for the farm support project. We’ve got a female employee to help you. Everything’s on the schedule, and she’s waiting in the lobby.”

Clara glanced at Dylan’s door and asked, “Is Mr. Dylan doing okay?”

“He is meeting with the head of South Ashford later to talk about tourism development, which is different from your farm support project.”

In other words, don’t bother Dylan.

Clara didn’t want to see him anyway. She hurried to meet the female employee in the lobby.

The girl, Addison, greeted her politely but with a hint of distance.

Clara had the schedule in hand, and partners were waiting outside. As they walked out, she briefed Addison on the essentials.