NovelEnglishChapter 116
Clara froze mid-step, a chill running down her spine, wondering if she'd misheard. But there was no mistaking
the way Jackson closed the distance between them, his voice low and threatening just for her ears.
"You're staying put, or else I'll make your life hell. Not even Dylan can save you from me," he warned, his eyes
dark and menacing, the kind you'd expect from someone who ran in Dylan's circles.
Clara frozen in place, a bitter taste rising in her throat. Thankfully, Dylan stepped in, his voice calm yet firm,
"Jackson, it's tfor you to head home."
Ignoring him, Jackson leaned in closer, whispering, "If | find out you've left, next twe meet, I'll make sure you
can't walk away."
What the heck! This guy was relentless! Clara wanted to snap back, maybe even flip him the bird, but her
courage failed her. Instead, she forced a smile and hurried over to Dylan.
"Mr. Dylan, letstay and help out. I'm really good at these things!" she pleaded, weighing the embarrassment
against the stakes of her safety.
Jackson seemed content with her compliance, waving a hand as he left. "Dylan, I'm off. Got to find someone to
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Dylan remained silent until Jackson was out of sight, then turned to Clara. "You should head htoo."
She shook her head, desperation in her eyes. "Mr. Dylan, I'm really good at taking care of people. Please, let me
stay."
She felt the heat of embarrassment rise, cursing Jackson inwardly for a
thousandth time. Dylan paused in his wheelchair, giving her a thoughtful look. "Did he threaten you?"
"No, no, it's my choice to stay," she insisted. With Dylan, she sensed a kindness.
Kneeling beside him, she placed her hands gently on his knees. "I'm great at massages too. | could help you
relax, and maybe you'd even fall asleep. Just think about givinga small raise, I'm a bit short on cash these
days."
At her words, Dylan chuckled, a deep, genuine laugh that made his chest shake a little. 'He looks even more
handswhen he laughs,’ Clara thought, suddenly shy and avoiding his gaze.
With a light-hearted tone, Dylan maneuvered his wheelchair towards the elevator, "Alright, you can stay."
Clara sighed in relief, trailing behind him. His routine was predictable; he headed to his study to tackle some
paperwork. Clara stayed quiet, simply pouring him water when needed.
As the clock geared eleven, she found herself nodding off in a chair
nearby. The rustle of paper brought
her back to the present. Dylan noticed her drooping eyelids and suggested gently, "If you're tired, go get some
rest.”
She hadn't even thought about where she'd sleep. Rumor had it Dylan hadn't had
a woman around in ages, yet here she was.
"Mr. Dylan, | can stay up," she offered, though the sleepiness was evident.
He raised an eyebrow, noticing her struggle, and headed out. She followed quickly, "Are you off to bed?"
"Yeah," he replied simply.
His master bedroom was dark and imposing with a sense of understated power. Clara watched him fetch
pajamas from the closet and head to the bathroom, dearly intending to shower.
She's worried about his leg, but hesitated. "Just be careful, alright? I'll get swarm milk for you."
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Dylan paused at the bathroom door, the bright light casting a golden halo around him. Clara gave him a
reassuring smile. "What's up?"
He said nothing, just turned and went into the bathroom. Clara made her way to the kitchen, and as she warmed
smilk, a voice startled her, "Who's there?"
Turning, she saw a housekeeper, her gaze curious but friendly. "Ms. Clara?"
Caught off guard, Clara nodded. "Yes, | didn't think anyone would recognize me."
The housekeeper's face softened with a smile. "Of course | do, but it's been a while since you visited. | thought
you might never cback."
Clara was taken aback. Had she been here before? Perhaps there was a mix-up? She didn't correct the
housekeeper, just as the microwave beeped.
As she turned to leave with the milk, the housekeeper added, "He keeps to
himself, but he cares about you, Ms. Clara. Don't hold it against him."
Feeling awkward, Clara was even more convinced there'd been a mix-up, maybe with someone named Shelly.
She nodded politely. "I understand."
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