Forbidden Captivity: Too Late to Escape

Chapter 189

Chapter 189

"Dylan, seriously, how do you fall asleep so quickly?" Clara mumbled to herself, feeling at a loss for words. She

forced her eyes shut, trying hard to follow suit.

As far as she could remember, she'd never shared a bed with a guy before, let alone her boss. Sleep was

nowhere in sight, so her mind began to wander.

She remembered a note she had scribbled in her journal once: "Don't trust Dylan."

Turning her head slightly, she took in his profile. He had one of those effortlessly handsside profiles, with a

nose bridge high enough to make you wonder if it was sculpted. There was not a single pore in sight at this

range.

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Watching him made her eyelids grow heavy, and soon enough, she felt herself drifting off.

It turned out, post-amnesia Clara was quite careless.

Once Dylan heard the soft rhythm of her breathing, he slowly opened his eyes. He turned just enough to catch a

glimpse of her sleeping face. She looked so peaceful, like a tiny rabbit or a kitten, all innocence and calm.

Without her old tricks and plans, she seemed completely harmless.

He raised his hand, intending to lightly tap her nose, but stopped midway, caught by shesitation. With a

gentle sigh, he pulled her blanket up and let himself drift into sleep.

That night, Clara dreamt again, but everything was a blur. This time, it was filled with a jumble of voices; people

were asking her what to do.

Even in her dream, the tension was palpable, like the weight of the world was on her shoulders.

The pressure jolted her awake, and she found herself staring straight into Dylan's eyes. He looked like he'd had a

good night's sleep, appearing more refreshed than he had in a while.

Clara let out a small sigh of relief. At least she was still effective as a human sleeping aid.

She tried to get up quickly, forgetting about the bandages wrapped around her waist, and ended up flopping

back down. Luckily, a large hand gently caught her back, setting her upright.

"Thanks," she murmured.

Dylan's hand lingered on her back, pressing lightly, "Feeling any better?"

Clara felt a bit awkward; there was something a bit too close about the gesture. Still, she brushed those thoughts

away, remembering the tshe'd ended up on top of him and how uncomfortable he'd looked. He was clearly

not interested in anything more.

It was all Simon's fault for filling her head with that nonsense. Now, she overthought every little thing with Dylan,

and everything felt so awkward.

Dylan was just being nice, while she was the one letting silly thoughts creep in. How embarrassing.

Dylan was already out of bed, standing firmly on the floor, and had casually shrugged off his pajamas to open

the wardrobe.

Clara didn't even have tto process it before she was met with the sight of his well-defined physique. She

froze for a moment, then quickly slapped her hand over her eyes.

"I'm still here, Mr. Dylan. Are you that used to stripping down?"

Dylan's fingers paused for a second, and he tossed over a casual, "Sorry, forgot you were there."

Clara awkwardly turned around, hearing the rustle of him getting dressed. She felt her cheeks heat up a bit.