Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 740

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Clara pushed herself up, her eyes lingering on the face in front of her—so striking it almost didn’t seem real.

Dylan looked tense, lips pressed in a thin line, every muscle tight. He was nervous, she could tell.

Suddenly, Clara caved. “I’ll set up a little bed next to the master bedroom. For the next month, I’ll sleep there. Dylan, just… give me a bit more time. I can’t right now…” Her voice trailed off.

It was just too soon. Her boyfriend hadn’t been gone long, and climbing into another man’s bed—no matter what had happened between them recently—felt like a betrayal. In the harsh light of day, guilt crept up and made her heart heavy.

Dylan’s eyelashes fluttered, his eyes darting up to her, wide with disbelief. Shock, hope, and something softer flickered across his face. Finally, he looked away and gave a deep, quiet, “Okay.”

Clara had always been the type to take action. Within minutes, she had someone bring in a new bed—five feet wide—right next to his.

Dylan’s room was big enough that it didn’t even feel crowded with the extra bed. He sat there, watching her organize the room, directing the staff as if she owned the place. She even had them set up a desk in the corner.

Was she planning to work here too?

Something warm and restless fluttered in Dylan’s chest. He couldn’t look away.

Clara felt his gaze but didn’t meet his eyes. “You should get some sleep,” she said, her tone gentle but firm.

Dylan lay back slowly, his heart thudding so hard he could barely breathe. He was nervous, sure, but underneath it all, he was happy in a way he couldn’t explain.

About half an hour later, there was a soft knock at the door. Aiden stood outside, cheeks still flushed with excitement. “Ma’am, here’s everything you asked for. Ferguson Corporation has five projects going right now. The biggest one is with Warren Corporation. Richard won’t give us any trouble, just a few details to iron out. These are the files on the overseas execs—I marked up everyone’s personalities. Take a look when you have time.”

Clara nodded, stepping into the hallway and closing the door quietly behind her. “Can you tell me why he can’t sleep?”