Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 723

Sweat broke out across Clara’s forehead. Her lips quivered a little before she managed to say, “I’m not feeling well... I need to rest for a bit.”

She barely made it back to the bed before collapsing onto it.

Dylan quickly stepped forward and grabbed her hand. “Clara?”

Clara’s eyes fluttered open, dazed and unfocused. “Sorry, my head really hurts. Can we talk when I wake up?” Her voice was so gentle, it made something in Dylan’s chest twist.

He stayed by her side, frozen for a moment, then slowly sat down, feeling like a criminal waiting for his sentence.

“Okay.”

But Clara didn’t just fall asleep—she passed out, and didn’t wake up until the next day.

Charles was getting anxious. Every time he tried to enter the master bedroom, he was blocked at the door.

Still that same man in black.

“I’m warning you—don’t think I won’t hit you. I just don’t want any trouble. Don’t push your luck. You’re really not my match.”

He was actually holding back; if he really hurt one of Dylan’s men, his sister might actually get mad at him.

Honestly, Charles thought he was the best brother in the world—always keeping Clara in mind.

He didn’t even realize that, ever since Clara had complimented him, his confidence had skyrocketed. Now he was convinced every swing of his sword was movie-level cool. Anyone who didn’t appreciate him just didn’t know what they were looking at—they probably needed to get their eyes checked.

After all, his little sister said he was the best in the world.

Just thinking about it made him feel pretty pleased with himself.

Meanwhile, Aiden hurried to the master bedroom door, worried out of his mind. The boss hadn’t eaten in two days, and the old family estate had been calling non-stop, demanding updates. Every time they called Dylan’s cell, it went straight to voicemail.

The manor had just called again. The old man’s patience had finally run out—he was probably already on his way.

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