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

like the weight

turned pale, and the arm around

and scoffed internally.

corridor, and the

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

engagement, right? Let's inform both families and have a meal together to officially call it

was hearing things. He'd always believed Clara would never utter the

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

he wanted. No one had ever dared to dismiss him

five years, which he found annoying. Now she was suggesting ending

don't even think about it. Remember who jumped off a bridge when I wanted to break it off? If it weren't

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

kicked him where it hurt most.

outfit-a cheap online purchase that Simon's tugging had wrinkled. A button had popped off, making