Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 571

He took a couple of sips, then turned his head to the side.

She set the glass down and gently pressed her palm to his forehead for a few seconds.

No fever. That was a relief.

When she pulled her hand back, the room fell quiet again.

Clara didn’t dare say anything about Z, and she didn’t even want to mention going home—if he fainted again, she wouldn’t know what to do.

Dylan’s health had always seemed so fragile.

She sat quietly, lips pressed together, not saying a word.

His lashes were low, casting shadows over his eyes, when he suddenly mumbled, “I want to take a shower.”

“The doctor said you can’t get wet,” she reminded him.

He ignored her, hands already reaching for the covers to push them aside.

His back was still covered in wounds. Even the tiniest movement tugged at them.

Clara panicked and grabbed his leg, holding him down.

She caught a glimpse of his face—he looked even paler than before. Instantly, she blurted, “How about I help you wipe down instead? Once you’re better, you can shower.”

He stopped struggling, leaned back with his eyes closed, and didn’t say anything. She took that as agreement.

Clara had said it without thinking. Now there was no way out.

She went to get a basin of hot water and found a clean towel, then brought them to his bedside.

Honestly, she wished Aiden were here. But he’d gone to the office.

As she wrung the towel out, she tried to psych herself up. But the more she thought about it, the more awkward she felt.

She dropped the towel in the water, hurried downstairs, and caught up with the housekeepers. “Mr. Dylan needs someone to help him wipe down. Is anyone free?”

As soon as she said it, everyone looked horrified, shaking their heads like she’d just asked them to jump off a bridge.

“Ma’am, we can’t—sir never lets anyone touch him.”

“Please, don’t put us in that spot.”

Standing there, Clara felt like she was on the outside looking in.

She took a deep breath. “Then call Aiden. Tell him to come back.”