Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 407

Clara held onto him silently, feeling his pain. The back of his head throbbed so much it made him nauseous—a clear sign of his anxiety.

"Z, whatever medicine you give me, I'll take it. Don't worry about anything else right now. You need proper rest. I'll be here to take care of you for the next few days. You need to sleep for three days straight."

She placed her hands on his shoulders and took a deep breath. "I have some business stuff to sort out, but I'll be back at noon. I'll stay with you until tomorrow and bring you some food. Sound good?"

Her voice was almost soothing. He swallowed hard and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Can you just not leave?"

His voice was soft, and Clara could still feel the warmth coming from him. She closed her eyes and sank back onto the sofa. "I'll push my meeting to noon, stay with you until then, and after my meeting, I'll bring you something to eat. Then you can keep sleeping, okay?"

He nodded slightly, mumbling a quiet "mm." Clara only waited a few seconds before hearing his gentle breathing. He fell asleep so fast; did he not sleep last night either? What was on his mind all the time?

At noon, she quietly got up, drove to her meeting, had a quick bite, and stopped by a fancy restaurant to pick up some takeout before rushing back to his place.

She had only driven a few blocks when she spotted Scarlette. Scarlette was standing by the road on her phone, adjusting her frameless glasses with elegant fingers. Clara stopped and honked twice.

Scarlette looked over, raised an eyebrow, quickly ended her call, and walked over to Clara's car. "Clara, did you sort things out with Eden?"

Clara had mentioned it briefly when she consulted a lawyer last time. "No further action. She's backed by the Ferguson family, after all."