Forbidden Captivity: Too Late to Escape

Chapter 326

Chapter 326

Simon froze, his whole body going stiff as his face turned pale. Clara picked up the clothes from the ground and

tossed them back to him. "These clothes cost a fortune. Try not to waste them. Everything you're spending is

coming from the Ferguson family, and you haven't even started earning your own money yet."

Her words hit him like a punch to the gut, wiping out the last trace of color from his face. Holding the clothes

tightly, he turned away, feeling defeated. As he opened the car door, he couldn't help but ask, his eyes burning,

"Clara, who is your boyfriend? Can | at least meet him?"

He just needed to know what he lacked. Even if he was a failure, could he really be worse than a waiter? Clara

just closed her eyes. "Why do you want to meet him? He doesn't like meeting people."

A waiter who avoids people? Yeah, right. He probably looks awful and doesn't want to embarrass Clara. But Clara

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was never short of handsguys around her. Even her younger brother Ryan was quite the looker.

Simon got into the car, slamming the door shut. He was determined to find out who this so-called boyfriend was.

After he left, Clara waited until nine when Dylan's car finally arrived. She didn't even bother to call out, knowing

he was probably still upset. The car stopped in front of her, and a voice cthrough the slightly open window.

"Get in."

Clara was taken aback for a moment but quickly opened the door and got in. She was chilled to the bone, and

the warmth inside the car made her shiver slightly as she rubbed her hands together.

Dylan's eyes stayed glued to the documents on his lap, not even glancing at her. But Clara noticed the dark

circles under his eyes had deepened. Though they didn't take away from his good looks, they made him look

worn out.

The car pulled into the main residence at Palm Bay. She got out first, opening the door for him. Dylan was

wheeled into the study without a word, leaving Clara unsure of how to break the silence.

She sat next to him, quietly organizing his papers until Aiden cin, holding a bottle of medicine. "Sir, this was

shipped overnight from overseas."

Dylan acknowledged him with a grunt, took the bottle, and swallowed a pill with swater. Clara was curious.

Was it for insomnia? It didn't look like a sleeping pill.

She quickly followed Aiden out into the hallway, grabbing his arm. "Aiden, is that for insomnia?"

Aiden turned cold again, brushing her hand off. "That's none of your concern, Ms. Clara."

Clara admitted her mistake, "Is Mr. Dylan's insomnia worse than before?"

Aiden let out a bitter laugh, "Thanks to your little gift, Ms. Clara."

Guilt washed over Clara. Maybe seeing his past love's face had upset Dylan, making it even harder for him to

sleep. She bit her lip, feeling like she was to blame.

Despite everything, Dylan hadn't said a word against her, while she'd been petty about the island incident.

Taking a deep breath, she suggested, "There's an alternative medicine expert in my dad's hometown. I'd like to

take Mr. Dylan there."

"Ms. Clara, that's not necessary. | can't trust you anymore."

Clara's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she lowered her gaze. "Ryan told| was sickly until | was eight.

No one really sawuntil that expert in my dad's hometown helpedget better."

"So, Ms. Clara, you're not even sure, but you want to drag the boss on a wild

goose chase? Do you know how much he makes in a minute?"

Clara was at a loss for words, realizing her mistake. "Then I'll go to the countryside myself to get the medicine."