Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 598

Clara kept turning it over in her mind. This can’t be, she thought. It just can’t.

Did Z already know she was married?

The second the idea hit her, she went cold all over. She struggled to open her eyes, but something heavy pressed her down, like she was still trapped inside that burning furnace.

“Don’t be mad, okay? The bracelet’s still here,” she mumbled, trying to coax him—and herself—back to calm. Sleepiness tugged at her, making her words soft and slow.

But when everything was over, Clara felt... off. Unsatisfied.

It was like he hadn’t really tried tonight.

She was kind of annoyed about it, honestly. Everything had ended so quickly, she barely even had time to react.

A warm towel slid over her skin. Maybe sensing her mood, the man’s voice was calm, almost gentle.

“Your health isn’t great.”

Oh.

So he was still worried about her, after all.

Clara let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding and shot back, “As long as it’s not because you can’t, that’s fine.”

The towel paused in his hand. He laughed, low and quiet.

Clara didn’t hear him. In her own little fantasy, she imagined she’d managed to make it up to Z. She pictured him soothed, forgiving her, and she drifted off into the best sleep she’d had in ages, a small smile tugging at her lips.

But her fever still hadn’t gone down. Once her mind started spinning again, all she could do was stress about how on earth she could ask Dylan for a divorce.

The thought made her head pound. She felt like she’d been thrown right back into the fire.

It wasn’t until the third day, as the sun was setting, that Clara finally woke up feeling somewhat human.

She hadn’t slept that well in forever. She stretched out, feeling every muscle loosen.

But before she could finish, a hand gently pressed her arm back down.

She turned. Dylan was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking immaculate. His suit was perfectly tailored and every single button on his shirt was done all the way up.

She stared at him for a few seconds, then remembered her shoulder—no wonder it hurt every time she moved.

Looking around, she realized this wasn’t her own room. It was Dylan’s master bedroom.

Thank goodness she hadn’t woken up actually sharing a blanket with him. She had no idea how she’d ever explain that.

She let out a slow breath, feeling a bit more relaxed.

“Dylan, you’re looking pretty good. I’ve been hogging your bed the past few days—where did you sleep?”

She was so honest, it probably never even crossed her mind that the two of them had been sharing this bed for days—maybe even...

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