Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Sweat broke out across Clara's forehead. Her lips quivered a little before she managed to say, "I'm not feeling well... I need to rest for a bit."noveldrama

She barely made it back to the bed before collapsing onto it.

Dylan quickly stepped forward and grabbed her hand. "Clara?"

Clara's eyes fluttered open, dazed and unfocused. "Sorry, my head really hurts. Can we talk when I wake up?” Her voice was so gentle, it made something in Dylan's chest twist.

He stayed by her side, frozen for a moment, then slowly sat down, feeling like a criminal waiting for his sentence.

"Okay."

But Clara didn't just fall asleep—she passed out, and didn't wake up until the next day.

Charles was getting anxious. Every time he tried to enter the master bedroom, he was blocked at the door.

Still that same man in black.

"I'm warning you-don't think I won't hit you. I just don't want any trouble. Don't push your luck. You're really not my match."

He was actually holding back; if he really hurt one of Dylan's men, his sister might actually get mad at him.

Honestly, Charles thought he was the best brother in the world-always keeping Clara in mind.

He didn't even realize that, ever since Clara had complimented him, his confidence had skyrocketed. Now he was convinced every swing of his sword was movie-level cool. Anyone who didn't appreciate him just didn't know what they were looking at-they probably needed to get their eyes checked.

After all, his little sister said he was the best in the world.

Just thinking about it made him feel pretty pleased with himself.

Meanwhile, Aiden hurried to the master bedroom door, worried out of his mind. The boss hadn't eaten in two days, and the old family estate had been calling non-stop, demanding updates. Every time they called Dylan's cell, it went straight to voicemail.

The manor had just called again. The old man's patience had finally run out-he was probably already on his way.

Aiden was about to knock when he heard voices from downstairs.

He glanced down the hall and saw that Walter had actually arrived.

The old lady was there too, her face written all over with concern.

Aiden's heart skipped a beat. He rushed downstairs, instructing the staff to get tea ready for the two elders.

Walter took a long breath, his face dark with frustration. Rai had come all this way just to see Dylan, waited until yesterday, and still, Dylan never showed. She'd had to leave in the middle of the night.

Walter hadn't wanted to lose his temper, but now the Warren family had sent people over, demanding to know what was going on.

Originally, Jara said she'd leave after all this, but she hadn't-thanks to Simon leaking those photos. Now Tara's reputation was in pieces. The entire Capital knew she'd spent the night with Dylan.

If neither family said anything, how was Tara supposed to show her face in public?

Tara was the Warren family matriarch's treasure, raised with every bit of care- how was she supposed to take this kind of humiliation?

And since it was the Ferguson family who'd leaked the photos, they owed the Warrens an explanation.

With Dylan nowhere to be seen, Walter slammed his teacup down on the table. "Bring him down."

Aiden's eyelid twitched. He hurried upstairs.

Dylan came down, looking as calm as ever.

Walter had always been proud of his heir and had never truly lost his temper-

until now. He was barely keeping it together.

"I've been calling you for two days

straight. Not once did you pick up

Do you really think there's

something so important in Palm Bay

that you can just leave everyone

hanging?"

Dylan rolled his wheelchair forward and stopped beside them. “Clara's sick."

At that, the old lady's hand trembled.

This child... Hadn't she warned him about this already?