Forbidden Captivity: Too Late to Escape

Chapter 315

Chapter 315

As Dylan got nudged out of the conference room, he let out a quiet "Hmm." Inside, the tension had been thick,

but the moment he left, it was like a weight lifted off everyone's shoulders. They all breathed a sigh of relief.

Once back in his office, Dylan stayed composed, though his desk was piled high with paperwork he couldn't

bring himself to tackle. Numbers that usually made sense to him now looked like squiggling tadpoles on the

paper. Rubbing his temples, he turned to Aiden and said, "I'm going to take a nap. Wakeat seven."

"Got it," Aiden replied.

Dylan had been battling severe insomnia, and recently, the dark circles under his eyes had deepened. But today,

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lying on the couch in the break room, he surprisingly drifted off, perhaps because he was in a rare good mood.

Yet, dreams of tangled past memories often haunted him, making his sleep restless.

In his dream, a calm voice cut through the confusion. “He's gone, so why are you still here?" It felt like a dagger

to his heart, and the suffocating feeling surged back. Startled, he woke up, realizing only twenty minutes had

passed.

Pale-faced, he called out, "Aiden." Aiden quickly cin, recognizing the signs of another nightmare. He handed

Dylan a few sleeping pills. "Boss, take these and try to rest."

Dylan rubbed his temples, his voice hoarse. "Still no new sleeping pills?"

Most sleeping pills were similar, and he'd built up a tolerance. The stronger ones had harsh side effects, which

Aiden was wary of.

"No, there's a new one being developed abroad, but it might cause slight brain damage, and it's irreversible. |

don't recommend it."

Dylan's mind was too precious for that risk. Pausing, he took a deep breath, "Get it for me."

"Boss..." Aiden hesitated but knew the toll of not sleeping could be worse, seeing Dylan's bloodshot eyes. "I'll

contact the experts overseas."

Dylan nodded, closing his eyes to rest without another word.

When seven o'clock rolled around, Aiden drove him to the hotel. On the way,

Aiden felt uneasy, texting Clara multiple times.

"Ms. Clara, are you sure the boss will like the gift?"

Clara replied quickly, "Absolutely."

Considering Dylan had visited Shelly's grave earlier, even if he didn't like the gift, the resemblance might cause

him to pause.

Feeling a bit reassured, Aiden glanced in the rear-view mirror at Dylan, who kept his emotions well hidden. But

there he was, resting his head against the window, watching the city blur by with a faint smile, clearly in good

spirits.