Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 619

In Palm Bay, Dylan curled up in bed, clutching the shirt in his arms. It used to help him fall asleep, but tonight, it was useless. He lay there, wide awake, until the sky began to lighten.

A soft knock sounded at the door as morning broke. The housekeeper’s voice floated in, gentle but insistent.

“Sir, you really need to eat something.”

Three days—he hadn’t touched a bite in three days. What if he passed out?

The housekeeper didn’t really know what had happened between him and Clara. All she could do was mention Clara, hoping it would get through to him.

“Mrs. Bennett still worries about you. She always remembers your allergies. When she’s home, she waits up for you every night, and she asks about you all the time—when you’ll be back, if you’re okay. Even if you argued, you shouldn’t punish yourself like this. She’d be heartbroken.”

Dylan kept his eyes shut, his face blank.

Heartbroken? Yeah, right.

She’d probably be relieved if he just disappeared.

A dull ache tugged at his chest. He pulled the shirt tighter, like maybe it could hold him together.

By noon, his room was still dark. A man stepped inside, standing quietly at the edge of the bed.

“Mrs. Bennett’s brother just went to the villa.”

Dylan dropped his gaze, his face pale. He didn’t say a word.

When the man saw he wasn’t going to answer, he just nodded and left quietly.

Only when the room was empty did Dylan slowly push himself up. The veins in his hands stood out as he struggled to steady himself.

He reached for the bedside drawer, but his hand slipped and the whole thing slid open with a clatter.

His fingers, white-knuckled, grabbed a pill bottle. He shook out a dozen pills, but the storm inside him only got worse.

Something in him felt like it was waking up—something wild and angry.

He doubled over, coughing hard.

Aiden heard the noise from the hallway and started to come in, but Dylan’s voice cut him off.

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