Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 815

Clara didn’t stop walking. She didn’t turn around, not even once, as she passed Dylan’s car. She just kept going.

The windows were up. She had no idea if he was inside, and honestly, she didn’t care. She got into her own car and drove off.

Dylan’s car followed her in silence. The pain in her head had faded a little, but her vision was still blurry, the world doubling in front of her eyes.

She took a deep breath, forcing herself to hold it together. By the time she pulled into Palm Bay, Dylan’s car rolled to a stop right behind hers.

She didn’t even glance his way, just headed straight inside.

The housekeeper waiting in the foyer let out a shaky breath of relief when Clara came through the door. “Ma’am, you left so suddenly, and you’re still hurt. We’ve all been worried sick about you.”

Clara didn’t say a word. She just walked upstairs.

The housekeeper watched her go, anxious, noticing how empty Clara’s eyes looked—like she wasn’t really there.

She was about to say something else, but the front door opened again. To her surprise, Mr. Evans walked in.

Strange. Weren’t the two of them fighting? Why would they both come back together?

Clara’s face gave nothing away, and Dylan looked just as calm—almost too calm.

“Sir, did you and Mrs. Evans make up?” the housekeeper asked, half-hopeful.

Dylan just glanced up the stairs, then lowered his gaze and quietly followed.

Clara went straight into his study.

The room was so still. She switched on the light and walked to his desk. Everything was perfectly neat, lined up just so.

Clara raised a hand to her forehead, and pain shot through her shoulder.

He spoke up, gentle but serious. “Are you alright?”

She wasn’t. Her head, her heart, her body—everything hurt so much, she could barely think straight.

Her face was pale, her hand shaking as she gripped the edge of the desk.

Dylan stepped forward and steadied her. “Let’s get you some rest.”

Clara didn’t argue. She’d lost so much weight lately, and after everything that happened tonight with Simon, she was just tired—completely drained.

When Dylan walked her to the bedroom, the housekeeper called after them, worry clear in her voice. “Ma’am, is it your injury? Are you in pain?”