Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

She quickly spun around and headed back inside. To her surprise, Z was still standing by the door, completely oblivious to the chaos outside. It was clear he didn't know that someone had died.

Taking a deep breath, she gently held his face in her hands, trying to reassure him. "Something happened outside. You should stay in for now. Your friend who's a doctor is he with Nightshade?"

Z's eyelashes fluttered slightly as he nuzzled into her palm, a bit like a kitten seeking comfort. "Yeah, he is."

"Call him over. I need his help with something."

Since he was with Nightshade, he'd probably know how to handle a situation like this.

Without hesitation, Z picked up the phone and called his friend.

"Clara, I think I smell blood."

Clara guided him to the couch in the dim living room. "I accidentally cut my arm earlier. It's nothing serious."

Z didn't say anything, just traced her fingertips, lost in his own thoughts.

The doctor arrived in no time—just twenty minutes later, Clara heard the sound of his arrival outside.

She got up but placed a hand on Z's shoulder. "Stay put and wait for me, okay? Don't sneak out."

He nodded, and she was relieved by his cooperation, smiling a little as she left the room.

The doctor stood outside, looking a bit resigned. He seemed unimpressed about being summoned by helicopter for such a short distance in the dead of night.

He took a deep breath, adjusting his glasses. "Ms. Clara, what can I do for you?" Clara pointed to the two bodies, explaining, "Take care of these. Z mentioned you're from Nightshade, so you should know what to do, right? Also, don't tell him about this. He thinks I'm harmless. If he knew I killed someone, he'd probably freak out."

The man coughed several times, the sound echoing in the quiet night. Clara watched him, noticing something odd in his expression. "You okay?"

He adjusted his glasses again, trying to mask his feelings. "I'm fine. I'll handle the bodies, and I won't say a word to him. He won't get spooked."noveldrama

Clara nodded, urging him, "Do it quickly. He's still inside."

The man made a call, and within ten minutes, a team arrived to discreetly handle the situation. It was all done so smoothly, you'd never know anything had happened.

As he was about to leave, he turned to Clara, "All sorted. Go back and cheer up your guy."

There was something almost amused in his tone, but Clara couldn't quite figure it out, so she went back inside.

Z was still sitting there, waiting for her. When she returned, he asked with genuine concern, "Is everything taken care of? What's something you can discuss with him but not with me?"

Clara raised her hand, cupping his face gently. "My brother's having some issues back home, and I need to go help him. Thanks for being here tonight. I'll be back to see you soon, okay?"

Before she could say another word, he leaned in and kissed her. She leaned back, caught between him and the couch.

He took charge, holding her face tenderly. Amidst their mingling breaths, she sensed his happiness-a deep, inexplicable joy filling the room.