Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run
Chapter 114

She figured Dylan would be back soon, but the next time she saw him was a whole three hours later. He looked awful, his face so pale that his lips stood out in stark red contrast.

Jackson was right there beside him, looking worried sick. "Where are your meds? Where are they?"

Dylan just waved him off, beads of sweat collecting on his nose. Clara watched the whole thing unfold, feeling completely clueless. She quickly opened the car door, hoping to replace the meds, but she had no idea what Dylan actually took.

As she kept searching, Jackson roughly pulled her aside. "Move it! Don't waste time."

His tone was sharp as he dug through the car, eventually replaceing a white bottle. He shook out some pills and tried to get Dylan to take them. You could tell Jackson and Dylan were close; his hands were shaking with fear for Dylan.

But Dylan just turned his head, exhaustion written all over his face. Jackson lost it. "Take them. What on earth are you waiting for?"

Clara was just as anxious. If anything happened to Dylan, she'd be in serious trouble. She definitely couldn't handle the Ferguson family's fury. She'd be screwed. "Mr. Dylan, do you need anything else? Just say the word, and I'll get it right away!"

She moved closer to Dylan. Before, she was too scared to look him in the eye, but now she noticed the red streaks in his eyes; he clearly hadn't slept in ages. In her panic, she grabbed his hand. "Mr. Dylan, you don't look well!"

Dylan paused, staring at their entwined hands. Clara was too flustered to notice, but Jackson was instantly furious. "Get your filthy hands off! What do you think you're doing? You can't just hold his hand!"

Clara was shoved back, nearly toppling over. She quickly realized her mistake.

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Jackson stood protectively in front of Dylan, his face darkening. "Clara, drop those ideas. Do you think because you can't have Simon, you can marry Dylan and become Simon's aunt-in-law just to spite him? Dream on! A woman with your réputation doesn't deserye Dylan!"

Jackson's disdain was obvious, and after his rant, he turned back to check on Dylan. Dylan had his eyes closed, sweat glistening on his temples, looking both strong and vulnerable. Jackson started

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wheeling him towards the car. "I'll take you home."

Clara hurried to keep up. Jackson wanted to have another go at her, but Dylan spoke up, "Bring her."

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Jackson had no choice but to zip it. He hopped in the driver's seat, while Clara sat in the back with Dylan. The pill bottle was next to him, still unopened. She picked up a bottle of water and shook out two pills "Mr. Dylan, please take your medication."

Jackson heard her and was ready to make a snarky comment, like, "He wouldn't take them from me, why would he from you?"

But before he could, Dylan leaned back a bit, eyes still shut, lips slightly parted. Clara was thrilled and gently fed him the pills.

"Whoa!" The car came to a screeching halt, and Clara was thrown forward, nearly hitting her head when a big hand caught her. Dylan looked up, meeting Jackson's surprised eyes in the rearview mirror. "Can you drive properly?"

Jackson gripped the steering wheel, muttering after a few seconds, "Not my fault she wasn't wearing a seatbelt." Feeling a bit guilty, he hit the accelerator again, puzzled by Dylan's odd attitude toward Clara but unable to figure out why.

Clara felt Dylan's large hand still on her face and quickly pulled away. She grabbed a tissue and wiped his palm as if it had something on it.