Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 565

Clara had been calling for half an hour, her voice nearly gone, but there was still no response from downstairs.

Frustrated, she pulled back.

Dylan's hand was still on her waist. When he saw how flushed and annoyed she looked, his eyes flickered and he turned away. “The bathroom’s big enough. Just sit.”

He wasn’t wrong—the bathroom really was huge, with a couple of spots that almost looked comfortable enough to hang out in.

But honestly, who wanted to sit around in a bathroom?

Clara picked a random spot and sat down, leaning her back against the wall.

Dylan sat next to her, eyes closed.

The silence was unbearable. Clara had always felt awkward around Dylan, and now it was worse than ever.

The wedding ring on his hand was a constant reminder—they were married, whether she liked it or not.

She took a deep breath and quietly scooted a little farther away from him.

Dylan didn’t react. He just sat there, silent and still.

Clara couldn’t take the weird tension anymore. She slowly stood up, but her hand accidentally brushed the bathroom’s light switch. Suddenly, the room went pitch black.

She reached out, trying to find the switch again, but then heard Dylan’s voice—soft and frail. “Turn the light on.”

His tone caught her off guard. He sounded so… weak.

Clara quickly flipped the lights back on and hurried to his side. She noticed a fine sheen of sweat on his forehead.

A wave of guilt hit her. Was Dylan… actually afraid of the dark?

“Mr. Dylan, you…” she started, but stopped herself. Instead, she grabbed a tissue and gently wiped his forehead.

Suddenly, Dylan grabbed her hand, holding it tight and staring deep into her face.

Clara froze. She remembered now—Dylan always left a lamp on when he slept. The night she’d barged into his room, all the lights had been on. Was he really afraid of the dark?

But after everything he’d been through, it was hard to believe he’d let himself have such an obvious weakness.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. It was an accident,” she whispered, feeling bad.

His lips looked pale. He shook his head and slowly let go of her hand.

Clara sat back down beside him, but now she didn’t dare move.

Dylan and Z really were opposites—one seemed to love the darkness, and the other couldn’t stand it.