StarNovelChapter 90
Clara heard those words and let out a weary laugh. She was beyond exhausted, too drained to explain anything.
Blood was still trickling from the fresh scratch on her cheek. Everyone in town thought she couldn't survive
without Simon, even Dylan believed that. Oh, the crazy things she'd done in the past.
She leaned back in her chair, closing her eyes. Before long, she sensed someone near her, and then something
soft was gently poking her cheek. She cracked her eyes open and found herself face-to-face with Dylan, who was
intently cleaning her wound with a cotton swab.
Clara felt a shock run down her spine, and instinctively wanted to sit up straight. But instead, she ended up even
closer to Dylan. His face was strikingly handsome; not a single pore was visible even at this distance, and his
long lashes, slightly lowered, gave him an air of mystique.
For a moment, she was completely captivated, and Dylan didn't pull away, as he continued to clean her wound
with care. He tossed aside the used swab and picked up another, dabbing it with antiseptic for the next cut.
Clara's cheeks burned with a sudden blush, and she wanted to pull away.
Dylan's hand was quicker, gently holding the back of her head. The gentleness turned into a more assertive
touch. "Don't move."
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She stayed still until he finished disinfecting her cheek. Then, he unwrapped a bandage and placed it over her
wound. Seeing him close the antiseptic bottle, Clara breathed a sigh of relief. Their proximity had been a bit
overwhelming, and Dylan's commanding presence was impossible to ignore.
Just when she thought it was over, his fingers brushed against her ankle, gently lifting her foot onto her knee.
"Mr. Dylan!" she nearly yelped, gripping the armrest for support. Dylan lowered his head, quietly pressing on her
swollen ankle. "Does it hurt?" he asked.
Honestly, she was more flustered by their position than any pain she felt. Her leg was resting on Dylan's lap! "Mr.
Dylan, you can put my leg down. I'll just use sointment when | get home."
Dylan bent down, rummaged through the first aid kit, and pulled out a bottle of liniment. "Hold still." He poured it
into his palm and massaged it into her ankle. Clara didn't feel any pain, but her cheeks flushed with warmth, and
she avoided his gaze, looking elsewhere.
She was still uneasy from the last the'd changed in front of her. She didn't want to assDylan had any
feelings for her. He was at the top of the social ladder, and she, with her tarnished reputation, wasn't even in the
sworld.
She was lost in thought and didn't notice anything until he gently set her foot down. The swelling had gone down
significantly, and she felt a sheen of sweat on her back. The car stopped just then in front of her apartment
building.
Aiden opened the door, gesturing for her to exit without meeting her gaze. Clara quickly stepped out, turned
back, and thanked Dylan, still seated.
Dylan was wiping his hands with a wet wipe, his movements calm and elegant, like a practiced art form. His
fingers were strikingly attractive. Those refined hands had just been massaging her ankle.
He didn't look up. "Mm." Despite the closeness of their earlier interaction, his response was cool. The car door
shut abruptly. Clara stood outside, watching the car drive away, feeling a distance in Dylan's demeanor.
She took a deep breath and headed to her apartment, spotting Megan waiting under a tree with a pile of gifts.
"Megan?"
Megan looked awkward and clasped her hands. "Clara, | knocked on your door, but you weren't home. | was
about to leave."
Something about Megan seemed off. Clara asked, "Did you cto see me?"
"Yeah, Moonlight gave us gift cards, so | bought ssnacks and thought I'd bring them to you."
Megan was the first person who'd helped her when she lost her memory. Clara smiled warmly. "Con, let's go
up."
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Megan glanced at the car in the distance and followed Clara. As they walked, she asked, "Was that Simon's uncle
who just dropped you off?"
"Yeah, you know him?" Clara asked.
"I've been at Moonlight for three years. | saw Mr. Dylan a few times when his leg was still fine."
Someone like Dylan was unforgettable. “Clara, are you really going after him? You haven't mentioned Simon
lately. Have you moved on?"
Clara opened her door, taking the items from Megan. "That was just a joke. But now that | work at Ferguson
Corporation, | can't avoid seeing him. As for Simon, let's not go there. | must have been blind before."
Megan's face went pale, her fingers trembling slightly as she changed the subject. "Clara, your leg looks injured.
You should rest while | make something to eat."
"Sure, thanks, Megan."
Megan seemed distracted and even dropped ssnacks from the bag. Clara crouched to help, but Megan
quickly knelt down. "I'll get them. It's okay."
Clara felt puzzled but didn't push further.
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