NovelFastChapter 317
As Clara leaned in closer to talk to Dylan, the soft scent of her hair drifted over to him, causing his eyelashes to
flutter against her palm. It tickled her a little.
She took a deep breath, trying to shake off the strange feeling in her chest. "Close your eyes for a moment," she
instructed.
Expecting spushback, Clara was surprised when Dylan actually complied without a fuss. Tonight, he seemed
unusually cooperative. Given his status, people usually clamored for his attention, and here he was, patient with
her despite their worlds being so far apart.
She moved quickly, turning on the lights and guiding him to where Sarah sat waiting.
Sarah was on the couch, and when she saw Dylan's face, her eyes widened in awe. Is he even real? What
happened to his legs? Are they permanently damaged? Though she felt a twinge of regret, she quickly reassured
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtherself. With a face like that, even losing the use of his legs wouldn't change how she felt. She'd gladly take care
of him, even if it meant being his caregiver for life.
Nervously, she rubbed her sweaty palms together, watching as Clara slipped out of the room and called back,
"Mr. Dylan, you can open your eyes now."
Dylan's lips curled into a subtle smile, eyes sparkling with amusement. But as soon as his eyes landed on Sarah,
that warmth turned to ice.
Sarah felt her anxiety spike, thinking of how other women might try to win over a man. She gently nudged his
leg with hers. "Hi, Mr. Dylan, I'm Sarah."
Her voice was shaky because just a moment ago, he'd seemed almost approachable, and now his smile was
gone. Even without saying a word, his calm demeanor scared her, as if invisible snakes were slithering at her
feet, ready to strike.
Clara had already shut the bedroom door and sat outside, feeling rather pleased with herself. Her smile lingered
until Aiden entered the room.
Aiden, concerned about how things were going, let himself in with his key card. Spotting Clara in the living room,
he quickly scanned the area. "Where's the boss?"
"He's in the bedroom," Clara replied softly, not wanting to disturb whatever was happening inside. She quickly
pulled Aiden into the hallway.
Aiden knew Clara well before her memory loss and couldn't fathom why the boss was so fixated on her. But since
it was the boss's choice, he didn't argue.
Once they were in the hallway, he couldn't hold back anymore. "If the boss is in the bedroom, why are you out
here?"
Clara was confused. Surely, she couldn't just barge in on him? He was probably lost in memories of his past love,
and she didn't want to interrupt that.
Seeing her confusion only made Aiden more uneasy. "What exactly did you do in the bedroom?"
A chill ran down his spine.
Clara's lips curled into a sly smile. "A stand-in, of course. He has a thing for the late Miss Dawson, right? | found
someone who looks like her. It's not perfect, but | have no other choice. | need to know about that piece of land."
Aiden's eyes widened in disbelief, and he almost wanted to shake ssense into her. "You!!!"
He roughly shoved Clara aside, his anger palpable.
Clara stumbled back against the wall, wincing at the pain, bewildered by Aiden's reaction.
Aiden hurried to the bedroom door, but just as he reached for the keypad, it swung open from the inside.
Dylan stood in the doorway, his face unreadable.
Aiden's worry was evident. "Boss, are you okay?"
Dylan, who had been staring at the floor, finally raised his eyes and locked them on Clara.
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