Forbidden Captivity: Too Late to Escape

Chapter 407

Chapter 407

Clara held onto him silently, feeling his pain. The back of his head throbbed so much it made him nauseous-a

clear sign of his anxiety.

"Z, whatever medicine you give me, I'll take it. Don't worry about anything else right now. You need proper rest.

I'll be here to take care of you for the next few days. You need to sleep for three days straight."

She placed her hands on his shoulders and took a deep breath. "I have sbusiness stuff to sort out, but I'll be

back at noon. I'll stay with you until tomorrow and bring you sfood. Sound good?"

Her voice was almost soothing. He swallowed hard and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Can you just not

leave?"

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His voice was soft, and Clara could still feel the warmth coming from him. She closed her eyes and sank back

onto the sofa. "I'll push my meeting to noon, stay with you until then, and after my meeting, I'll bring you

something to eat. Then you can keep sleeping, okay?"

He nodded slightly, mumbling a quiet "mm." Clara only waited a few seconds before hearing his gentle

breathing. He fell asleep so fast; did he not sleep last night either? What was on his mind all the time?

At noon, she quietly got up, drove to her meeting, had a quick bite, and stopped by a fancy restaurant to pick up

stakeout before rushing back to his place.

She had only driven a few blocks when she spotted Scarlette. Scarlette was standing by the road on her phone,

adjusting her frameless glasses with elegant fingers. Clara stopped and honked twice.

Scarlette looked over, raised an eyebrow, quickly ended her call, and walked over to Clara's car. "Clara, did you

sort things out with Eden?"

Clara had mentioned it briefly when she consulted a lawyer last time. "No further action. She's backed by the

Ferguson family, after all."

Scarlette slipped into the passenger seat. "Perfect timing. Givea lift? You wouldn't believe how stressed I've

been."

She rubbed her temples, looking calm, but dark circles under her eyes hinted at her exhaustion.

"What happened?"

Just then, Scarlette's phone rang again. She sighed, "What's going on? Thanks to Mr. Dylan mentioning | was

considering marrying Morgan, Nicholas has been relentless, trying to undermine my business. Even the Greenard

family has started to notice."

She hadn't been back to the Greenard family in years, cutting ties to keep things smooth. Nicholas was their

golden child, and she couldn't risk any rumors linking her, the adopted daughter, to him. She knew her limits.

Clara remembered Dylan's casual comment and didn't realize it would cause such chaos. Scarlette only vented

for a moment before spotting the takeout boxes. "Who are you bringing food to?"

"My boyfriend."

Scarlette looked surprised, pausing before teasing, "You treat your guy well. When are you going to introduce

him to us? Everyone's curious about the mystery man you're hiding. There are even bets going around."

Clara laughed it off. "Wantto drop you at home?"

"Yes, please. | need rest. I've been in meetings for two days straight."

With that, she leaned back and dozed off. Clara could tell she was truly worn out. The car stopped outside their

apartment complex, and Scarlette seemed to float as she got out. Clara turned the car around, heading back to