Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 804

Clara was practically drenched in sweat, her clothes clinging to her as she slumped into a chair in the grand foyer. Only then did she finally let herself pass out, her face going slack with relief.

The staff moved fast. Someone called the doctor, while others fussed politely over Megan, offering her tea and soft words.

It was Megan’s first time at Palm Bay. After weeks of going out of her mind, unable to reach Clara no matter how many times she tried, she’d never expected things to turn out like this. Instead of endless waiting, she’d suddenly found herself standing in Dylan’s home.

She’d always watched him from a distance before—never close enough to truly touch anything that belonged to his world. But now, she could run her fingers over the banister he’d gripped, walk the floors he’d paced, and breathe in the air he’d left behind. The feeling gave her a weird, giddy sense of satisfaction.

Sure, Tara was still around—her rival, the other obstacle. But honestly, Megan didn’t waste much time worrying about her. To her, Tara was just as clueless as Eden—both of them hopelessly out of their depth.

A slow, secretive smile tugged at Megan’s lips. She turned to a maid nearby. “Is Mr. Dylan coming home today?”

The maid shook her head. “Sir won’t be back for a few days.”

Megan raised her eyebrows. She’d heard enough rumors floating around lately—Dylan and Clara marrying, then divorcing, word that Dylan might be heading to North America. Places like Moonlight were always swirling with gossip; after all, everyone there was someone important.

That was exactly why she never quit her job there. Staying at Moonlight meant staying close to Dylan. She’d played the long game, keeping her feelings hidden, acting like Clara’s loyal friend, waiting for the right moment.

She’d always believed that if she was patient enough, she’d eventually find her way to Dylan’s side.

Now, with Clara missing for nearly two months, her chance had finally arrived. Megan was determined this time—she wasn’t letting it slip by.

She followed the doctor upstairs, eyes red and watery as she hovered anxiously by Clara’s bedside.

“How is Clara?” she managed, her voice trembling.

The doctor worked quietly, removing the bullet from Clara’s thigh, then cleaning and dressing the wound on her palm.

Megan wiped her tears, sliding into the chair next to Clara. “Let me help. I’ll stay here and look after her for the next few days.”

The staff were clearly grateful, but one still asked gently, “Miss, are you a friend of the lady of the house?”

The title made something flicker in Megan’s eyes—something sharp and possessive. One day, she thought, that title will be mine.

“Yes,” she said, steady and sure. “I’m her best friend. I was the one who saved her tonight. I’d like to stay.”

“Of course. As the lady’s friend, you’re welcome here,” the maid replied with a smile.

Megan turned her attention to Clara, lying pale and unconscious in bed. How lucky could one girl get? She was no one special, just some illegitimate child, yet even the staff at Palm Bay adored her.

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