Forbidden Captivity: Too Late to Escape

Chapter 188

Chapter 188

Clara's heart gave a painful lurch, and she snapped her eyes open. She took deep, gulping breaths, and

recognizing the familiar ceiling above her, she realized she had been brought to Palm Bay. As she struggled to sit

up, a familiar voice greeted her.

"You're awake?"

Her throat was parched, so she nodded quickly and scanned the room for water. Thankfully, the person beside

her seemed to read her mind, and soon enough, a glass was at her lips. She drank eagerly from his hand.

Once the heat inside her cooled down, she finally focused on Dylan. It was already late at night, and he was in

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his pajamas. Clara noticed that his pajama top was unbuttoned low enough to show off his abs. She quickly

looked away, remembering how he had adjusted his shirt to cover up the last the had opened the door for

Eden. Clearly, he wasn't a fan of showing skin.

Acting on impulse, she reached out, pulled the sides of his pajama shirt together, and covered him up snugly.

She even tightened the sash of his robe for good

measure.

Dylan lowered his lashes, watching her deftly tie the knot. "Why?"

Clara looked up at him, speaking as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, "Mr. Dylan, your clothes were

barely covering you. | figured you wouldn't like showing so much."

"Hmm."

Dylan's response was brief, and he turned his gaze away. His face was unreadable, but his lips tightened ever so

slightly. Clara didn't press further and instead asked, "How did you find me? Where's Ryan? Is he okay?"

"There's a golf club nearby, and you have to pass through the cemetery to get there. I just happened to run into

him. He insisted | cfind you."

Clara felt a wave of emotion. Ryan must have been in a lot of pain, yet even then, his first thought was of her.

Just for that, she decided she owed him skindness in the future.

Taking a deep breath, Clara noticed her waist and arms were wrapped in bandages, making her look like a

mummy.

"Mr. Dylan, you're really kind. | owe you again and don't know how to repay you."

Glancing at the phone beside her, she saw it was two in the morning. Noticing the dark circles under Dylan's

eyes, she guessed he hadn't been able to sleep without her "sleeping pill" effect. Feeling a burst of confidence,

she patted the space next to her with her good hand.

"I'll be the perfect sleeping pill tonight, promise | won't move an inch. Mr. Dylan, you should get srest."

Dylan watched her intently, then broke into a smile. Clara was left wondering what he found amusing. But before

she could ask, he had already laid down. He moved with a kind of deliberate grace, even as he adjusted the

blanket over her.

That's when it hit Clara-she was in Dylan's bed! This was nothing like crashing on the couch!

However, she had invited him, so she couldn't very well ask him to leave now. After a few moments of hesitation,

she noticed he was already under the covers, eyes closed.