MainNovelChapter 201
He turned and walked out of the office, determined to eventually catch Dylan's clever maneuvers.
Clara was getting pretty tired of Simon's constant gossip, which made things awkward between her and Dylan.
As she turned to leave, she noticed Dylan trying to stand up, but he accidentally knocked over his coffee cup,
spilling it all over his suit pants. He frowned a bit, awkwardly bending down to clean up the mess.
Clara quickly stepped in, grabbing stissues from the desk to help out. "Mr. Dylan, please sit down. Let me
take care of this." His leg was clearly bothering him, but he didn't seem like the type to ask for help.
Dylan slowly sat back down, watching her carefully as she cleaned up the spill.
Clara tossed the tissues in the trash and grabbed a mop to wipe up the coffee on the floor. Just as she was about
to put the mop away, she heard him speak.
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"Ever since my leg got messed up like this, | feel like a burden."
Clara thought she must've heard wrong. Could someone as strong as Dylan really feel that way? Guilt tugged at
her. His injury was her fault after all. She felt like the
bad guy.
She quickly knelt beside him, speaking earnestly. "Mr. Dylan, please don't say that. We all look up to you. | saw
your interview on Wall Street-you were amazing. Plus, you looked great doing it. By the way, aren't you in rehab?
Will your leg get better soon?"
She had already cleaned the coffee cup and set it beside him. Dylan's fingers tightened around the cup handle.
"What if it doesn't get better?"
Clara felt a wave of anxiety. If it didn't improve, it was all on her. After a few moments of deep thought, she
squeezed his hand seriously. "If it doesn't, I'll take care of you."
Dylan's fingers paused, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. Clara quickly let go of his hand. Nobody
could handle seeing a strong man show such vulnerability.
Sthings are just unavoidable-like stepping in to save the day or being someone's hero. Whenever Dylan
seemed down about his leg, she felt like she deserved the blame.
Dylan gently took her hand, "How long will you take care of me?"
"Until your leg heals, Mr. Dylan. I'll be at your beck and call. Even though I don't know all the details, your leg is
my concern." She felt a twinge of guilt, adding, "You haven't blamedat all, which shows how great you are."
He lightly pinched her fingertips, like he was playing with a kitten's paw. She felt like she was being teased, but
hesitated to pull her hand away. Dylan's expression was all business.
He toyed with her hand for a few minutes before slowly letting go. "Remember what you said."
Clara straightened up quickly, "I won't, but I've really gotta go now."
She grabbed her bag and rushed out of the office. She hadn't forgotten her next mission: to find the guy who
kept pestering the Bradford family for money. He was the key to exposing Quinn, solving Hugh's problems, and
getting the Ferguson Corporation project back on track.
Dylan watched her leave, then glanced at his fingers, his eyes dark and thoughtful. His phone buzzed, and he
answered it with a hint of irritation, simply saying, "Find something for Simon to do."
The call ended quickly, no more words needed.
Clara had Aiden help her track down the person, and he was impressively quick. But when she looked at the
location, she was confused. "Where is this place?"
She'd never heard of it, and it didn't even show up on maps. Aiden gave her a quick glance, "Drive towards the
lighthouse, then go right for a kilometer. There's an estate. Enter through the gate to reach the outer area."
Clara furrowed her brow, sensing ssecrecy. "It's not dangerous, is it?"
"Ms. Clara, with risk comes opportunity. This place will definitely open your eyes." Since Aiden was someone
Dylan trusted, Clara let her guard down and followed his directions to the spot.
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