Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 16

Clara found it amusing and couldn't be bothered to say anything. She stepped around Simon, ready to leave.

But Simon grabbed her wrist and pushed her against the nearby wall. "Or are you trying to stir up trouble between me and Quinn?"

Clara's hand itched with the urge to slap him.

Just then, the executive elevator doors opened, revealing Dylan. He was in a wheelchair, wearing a dark suit, and even seated, he exuded an air of authority that was impossible to ignore. He was cold and distant, and kept people at arm's length. His presence was so striking it seemed to change the very play of light and shadow around him.

Clara and Simon were tangled in a compromising position that could easily be misunderstood. Just as she was about to push Simon away, Dylan spoke up. "Employee Handbook, Rule Number Ninety-Eight: No office romances."

Her scalp tingled. Now she was truly misunderstood.

Simon, adding fuel to the fire, said, "Uncle Dylan, Clara's just having a tantrum. I'm trying to calm her down. After all, she's my fiancée. I can't just stand by and watch her chase after me all the way to Ferguson Corporation. She never liked doing chores or had any business acumen, so this place isn't really for her."

Clara felt a wave of nausea. This man conveniently forgot about his fiancée every time he ended up in bed with Quinn. No, she had to end the engagement with Simon to stop this repulsion.

already watching her. His gaze felt like it pinned her in place, with an intensity that made her

air seemed to chill. Everyone felt like the weight of Sylan's presence, and instinctively

and the arm around Clara trembled

this and scoffed internally.

maneuvered his wheelchair down another corridor,

got back from abroad and hasn't been to the office lately. Wonder why

"Simon, you wanted to end the engagement, right? Let's inform both families and have a meal together to

would never utter the words "end the engagement." Now she said it with

and he grabbed her by the throat. "What did you say?

Ferguson family, Simon always got what he wanted. No one had ever dared to dismiss

chased him for five years, which he

engagement, so don't even think about it. Remember who jumped off a bridge when I wanted to

ached, her face flushed from lack of air. She raised her hand and slapped him, but Simon caught her wrist. His youthful face was filled with rage. "Let's have dinner tonight, and stop this

could finish, Clara kicked him where it hurt most. Simon instinctively doubled over, cold sweat beading

online purchase that Simon's tugging had wrinkled. A button had popped off, making it look like