NovelGoldChapter 143
Dylan lay on the bed, flipping through a book, while Clara was too restless to sleep. Her discomfort was keeping
her awake. Noticing him lost in his reading, she moved over to the edge of the bed.
"Mr. Dylan, | noticed you're struggling a bit more with walking lately. Would you liketo give your legs a
massage?"
"Sure."
Clara was eager to be helpful, and seeing him agree, she quickly moved closer. Just as her hands touched his
leg, a voice called out from outside.
"Dylan, are you awake?"
It was Eden's voice.
Clara froze, quickly pulling her hand back, and anxiously stood up, looking for somewhere to hide.
Eden was fiercely protective of Dylan. If she found Clara alone with him, she might just explode!
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Clara had learned from the housekeeper at Palm Bay that Eden had a close relationship with Dylan and was one
of the few women who could cand go as she pleased.
Before Clara could fully stand, Dylan gently held her wrist.
She tried to pull away but ended up hurting herself.
Dylan reassured her softly, "It's okay."
She breathed a sigh of relief and sat back down, realizing she had overreacted.
Outside, Eden continued to call out nervously, "Dylan?"
Dylan flipped another page in his book and replied, "What's up?"
Eden quickly apologized, "I got carried away earlier. | shouldn't have acted up. Please don't be mad at me. |
haven't seen you in ages."
Her voice grew more pitiful with each word.
"Everyone knows that Clara is trouble. | can't believe you brought her to Palm Bay. | know you're doing it
because of my brother, but she doesn't belong here. Aren't you worried she'll ruin the place? Dylan, please don't
be angry. | brought you a gift."
Inside, Clara listened to the whole exchange, feeling awkward and biting her lip. If Eden knew the woman she
was badmouthing was right there with Dylan, she'd flip out.
Clara sighed and Dylan heard. He asked softly, "What's wrong?"
She awkwardly lowered her head. "I was just wondering when you are going to find a girlfriend, Mr. Dylan."
It was a stray thought that slipped out. She quickly tried to cover it up, "I mean, she seems too dependent on
you. Maybe it would get better once you're married."
Her fingers scratched at her neck in embarrassment, but Dylan caught her wrist. "You have a wound; don't
scratch.”
"Oh, okay," she stammered, letting her hand drop. She felt the warmth of his palm, then quickly pulled her hand
back.
While her mind was reeling, he asked, "Are you really curious about when I'll find a girlfriend?"
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His question made it seem like she was interested in him.
"No, I'm just curious."
As soon as she said she wasn't interested, Dylan let go of her hand and went back to his book.
The knocking resumed and Eden's voice grew more tentative.
"Dylan, | brought you a gift. Can you open the door?"
Dylan rubbed his temples, slowly got out of bed, and opened the door.
Clara noticed that as he opened the door, he adjusted his robe to cover his chest more securely, fastening it
completely—a stark contrast to just moments earlier.
She was surprised. Was Dylan worried about Eden seeing his chest?
Then why wasn't he concerned about her seeing him?
Something felt off.
Dylan stood by the door, opening it just a crack.
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