NovelOnlineChapter 291
Clara turned to leave, but he grabbed her wrist, his grip so tight it stung. She yanked her hand away, stepping
back a few paces while rubbing her wrist. Dylan's face fell, and he mumbled apologetically, "I'm sorry."
"It's fine, I'll get Aiden," she replied quickly, eager to escape the awkwardness. She hurried off to find Aiden's
room.
"Mr. Dylan's got a cut on his palm. Can you grab a first aid kit from the front desk and patch him up?" she asked.
Aiden didn't even open the door, sounding puzzled. "The boss was fine on the way here. How'd he get a cut?"
"I'm pulling a late one here, Ms. Clara. Could you handle it?" Aiden said, clearly tied up with work.
Clara sighed, knowing she couldn't just leave it. If Dylan got an infection, she'd be partly to blame. She dashed
to the front desk, grabbed the kit, but was stopped by Eden as she returned.
Eden didn't bother hiding her intentions anymore-Clara was well aware of her feelings. "Dylan's hurt? Hand over
the first aid kit. I'll take care of him."
Clara was more than happy to pass the torch. She handed Eden the kit and retreated to her room, ready to catch
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtssleep.
Just as she settled in, Eden's crying echoed through the halls, clearly having been sent packing. Serves her
right...
About to doze off, her phone buzzed with a text from Z.
[You still up?]
[Yeah, what's up?]
After sending it, she realized it might seem a bit curt; not the best way to chat with her boyfriend. She took a
breath and messaged again.
[Just letting you know I'm on a business trip. Don't swing by my place this week, | won't be there.]
With that sent, she tried to sleep, but Dylan's message popped up.
[You asleep?]
Clara decided not to reply, pretending she was already out cold. Then Z texted again.
[I'll miss you.]
Clara smiled, replying quickly, [I'm in a coastal city. I'll grab you sseashells.] [Sounds good.]
Seeing his response, she set her phone aside, yawned, and drifted off.
The next morning, her alarm blared her awake. After getting ready, she stepped out to find Eden loitering by
Dylan's door. As she moved to pass, the door opened and Dylan was wheeled out.
She hesitated, letting him go ahead and fell in step behind Aiden. On the way to the hotel restaurant, Eden
rambled about the windy night keeping her awake, but Dylan, true to form, stayed silent.
At the restaurant, the local bigwigs from Azure Shores were already waiting. Eager to greet Dylan, they hesitated
upon seeing his pale face, opting for polite small talk before taking their seats.
Dylan ended up next to Clara. She thought about switching seats but didn't want to make it awkward, so she
stayed put. Being in a coastal city meant a seafood feast awaited them.
The table was packed with seafood, and the aroma was mouthwatering. Clara was about to dig in when she
noticed Dylan's palm was still raw and red, clearly untreated. He picked up a fork, but it slipped from his hand.
Seeing this, Clara couldn't just ignore it. She used the serving utensils to place sfood on his plate. "Mr.
Dylan, if there's anything you want, just letknow."
Dylan glanced at her but stayed silent. Clara wasn't sure if she was being helpful or overstepping, but she
continued peeling shrimp for him.
Eden, sitting across from them, sneered. "Clara, don't you know Dylan's allergic to seafood...?"
Before she could finish, Dylan popped a shrimp into his mouth. Clara looked at Eden, puzzled. "Allergic to
seafood?"
Eden's face flushed, caught in her own bluff. Dylan used to have a seafood allergy, but apparently not anymore.
Clara shrugged it off, thinking Eden was just trying to stir the pot, and kept peeling shrimp for Dylan.
She peeled, he ate, until Aiden couldn't hold back. "Ms. Clara, you should eat too."
Clara chuckled and set the shrimp aside. "Mr. Dylan, I'm going to eat now." "Alright," Dylan murmured, his voice
soft. Unbeknownst to Clara, a rash was creeping up his neck, but she was too busy enjoying her meal to notice.
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