Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 887

His voice was rough, tinged with a vulnerability he almost never showed. There was a plea buried in there.

Clara kept her eyes fixed ahead, her tone steady and unyielding. “There’s nothing left for us to talk about. We don’t belong in the same world.”

That last part seemed to trigger something in him. She’d said those exact words before—they weren’t from the same world. That’s how she’d always kept her distance, always refused to let him get close. And now, even after everything, she was still saying it.

He just stood there, silent. The little bit of color that had warmed his face faded fast, leaving him so pale it looked like he might pass out right there.

Jackson stepped forward, grabbing his arm. “Dylan, you need to get some rest. Come on.”

Dylan glanced at Clara, his lips twitching like he wanted to say something. One hand pressed carefully against his side.

Clara took a breath, her voice calm. “While you’re still with it, let’s go. We need to get the divorce papers at Palm Bay. If we wait any longer, the office might close.”

“Clara!” Jackson snapped, his eyes flashing. There was a hard edge in his voice now.

Dylan’s whole body went rigid. Sweat stood out on his forehead, and for a second, the whole world seemed to tilt.

“Dylan!” Jackson caught him just in time, panic in his voice.

Dylan didn’t fully pass out, but he was shaking, his skin slick with sweat. He gave a weak shake of his head.

Clara finally spared him a glance, then looked away almost immediately. “Fine. You can stay here. I’ll go to Palm Bay and get the papers myself.”

Jackson clenched his jaw. “Clara, are you even human? He’s about to collapse, and you still want to drag him off to get divorced? Is your heart made of stone?”

Clara didn’t say anything. She just stood there, silent and cold.

Dylan’s fingers tightened, then loosened, over and over. Finally, it was like he gave in.

“I don’t feel well right now. When I’m better, we’ll go. Okay?”

Those last words were so soft, so tentative, it was almost painful to hear.

Clara didn’t look back. She just got in her car. “Alright. Mr. Dylan, when you’re feeling better, let me know. I’m free anytime.”

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