Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 435

Dylan handed her a clean towel. Clara, still shaking a bit, reached out for it but couldn't help noticing the bite marks on his neck. Her eyes lingered there for a second before she splashed cold water on her face, trying to snap out of it.

Dylan just stood there, holding out the towel, watching her without a word. Clara's nose turned red from the cold water. She stood up, took the towel, and started drying her face and body. When she spotted the lipstick mark on the back of Dylan's hand, she quickly moved to wipe it off, but he pulled back, rolling his wheelchair away from her.

Clara had been in awkward situations before. Once, after a few too many drinks in a private room, she seemed to overstep with Dylan. But tonight was worse—she had really embarrassed him in front of everyone.

Clara was mortified. Dylan was known for being impeccable, with a stellar reputation in their circle. She rubbed her arms, trying to shake off the tension, but words failed her.

Tonight wasn’t about having too much to drink; she'd been drugged. But that didn’t change what mattered now—figuring out how to make things right with Dylan. After tonight, gossip would spread like wildfire about her and Dylan.

After ten minutes of futile wiping, Clara sighed, feeling defeated. “Mr. Dylan, I’ll offer Ferguson Corporation better terms on our recent deals.”

“I’m not interested in money,” he replied, his voice calm as his eyes briefly met hers before looking away.

“Then what do you want?” Clara asked, stepping out of the tub with her mermaid dress dripping water everywhere. Her makeup was gone, but her hair was still perfectly styled, with a few loose strands framing her face, giving her an almost ethereal look.

He stayed silent. The room was warm, thanks to the heating, but she still looked like a drowned kitten. She crouched by his wheelchair, looking up at him. “Mr. Dylan, what do you need? If I can give it, I will.”