Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 885

Jackson had only one thing on his mind: if Clara didn’t come back, Dylan would probably end up starving himself into the ER. As much as Jackson loved a front-row seat to the drama, he knew he had to intervene before things went from bad to tragic.

He grabbed his phone and texted a friend, asking for Clara’s location. The reply came fast: Clara was with Kaitlyn.

Jackson perked up, giving Nicholas a quick pat on the shoulder. “You head home. I’m going to talk to Clara—try to figure out what’s really going on.”

He was just about to head out when footsteps echoed from the stairs. Dylan was coming down, looking pale as paper, but there was a stubborn determination in his eyes. After a couple of weak coughs, he made for the front door.

Jackson hurried after him. “Seriously? You’re barely standing. Where do you think you’re going?”

Dylan’s lips tightened, lashes low over his eyes. “To find Clara.”

“Now you want to look for her? She left in the middle of the night. What were you doing then?” Jackson couldn’t help thinking—how does a guy this into Clara not chase after her right away? Was his brain always this slow on the uptake?

Dylan didn’t say a word, just pushed forward.

Jackson sighed and followed. Nicholas hesitated a second, then decided to tag along too, but by the time he made it outside, the car was already gone.

Neither of them even thought to wait for him? Nicholas was already irritated that Clara had blocked him, and now his frustration was bubbling over.

In the car, Jackson told the driver to head straight to the address he’d gotten. Dylan stared out the window, dressed in a crisp new suit, but he looked stiff and miserable, probably from being so sick.

Jackson studied him for a second. “Did you get hurt or something? You look like you’ve lost half your blood.”

Dylan just closed his eyes, silent.

When they pulled up in front of the coffee shop, Jackson got out first, meaning to open Dylan’s door. But Dylan made no move to get out. He just sat there, watching the shifting shadows inside through the glass.

Jackson rapped on the window. “You’re just going to sit here? It’s only a fight. You look like hell, but if Clara cares about you at all, she’s not going to just let you suffer. She’s got feelings for you, whether she admits it or not. Just give it a minute—she’ll come around.”

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