Chapter 29
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ਤਾਂ ਨth her when she left home Clans found herself back at the home tonight, once again lounging in Dylan’s sute Shed taken his room card with her when she left home that moming After a grueling day tangled up in real estate dealings, she swiped the card and entered, too worn out to question anything
She sank into the sofa sifting a yawn in her sleepy haze, she heard the sound of running water from the master bathroom. Looking up, the spotted Datan
There he was, drying his hair with only a towel wrapped low around his waist. He wasn’t in his wheelchair now. His feet were planted firmly on the ground, though his steps were painstakingly slowl
Clara snapped out of her daze and jumped up from the sofa. Dylan stood still casually running the towel over his hair, glancing at the dock probably wondering how she’d gotten in
it was the first time shed seen him with his chest bare Water droplets trailed down from his neck, tracing the firm lines of his torso before disappearing beneath the towel. She quickly looked away “Oh Mr. Dylan, fancy seeing you here.”
This is my room”
Clare felt a flush of embarrassment. She must have been too exhausted to think clearly, and let herself in without a second thought. Dylan moved slowly, needing to brace himself against the wall or fumiture. Yet, his back was straight, like a resilient oak standing tall against a storm, exuding a formidable strengt
Almost instinctively Clara stepped forward to steady him by the arm. “Sorry, I’m just wiped out tonight. Il get another room night away.” Her hand brushed against Dylan’s skin, cool from the recent shower. He pulled his am away, his face unreadable. “You can crash on the sofa for another night
Clara yawned again. When you’re really tired, your mind aches, and it feels like you could fall asleep the moment your head hits a pillow. Thanks
Since he didn’t want her help, she decided not to push it tuming to leave. But she paused when she saw him heading for the hairdryer. His movements were still deliberate
Clars quickly stepped in, “Need help with your hair? Let me get that for you.”
She reached up on optoe to grab the hairdryer from the cabinet, but the plug swung and accidentally hit her forehead, causing her to step back into a solid wall of muscle
Dylan, still in rehab and barely managing to stand, was knocked back onto the large bed behind him.
Clara realized what had happened and quickly turned around. In the process, her clothing snagged on Dylan’s towel–the only thing he had on. As the towel wa
expression darkened. ‘Clara‘
She froze, squeezing her eyes shut. Even catching just a glimpse, she couldn’t help but acknowledge it inwardly. Dylan, in every aspect, was impressively well–endowed
Dylan saw her eyes squeezed shut, turned his gaze aside, and rigidly braced his arm against the bed. “Get out.”
He yanked the nearby blanket over his lower half. Clara opened her eyes, careful not to look at his direction. “Alright, Mr. Dylan, have a good rest
The awkwardness was overwhelming her sleepiness had vanished entirely. Once the door clicked shut, the master bedroom was enveloped in silence
Dylan lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, one arm draped over his eyes, lost in thought. His hair was still damp, the moisture seeping into the sheets. He had always seemed like a cold, distant man, but something about him had now shifted. It was as if a barrier of restraint had been broken, leaving an intoxicating allure in its wake.
Clara opened the door again, her voice tinged with lingering embarrassment. “Mr. Dylan, I’ve booked a separate room. I won’t bother you tonight. Goodnight
She had intended to leave directly but realized it was polite to say something
After a long pause, a muffled reply came from inside the room, “Alnight”
