Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 18

The scene was so ridiculous that Clara just stood there, momentarily dumbfounded.

Was she supposed to apologize every time Quinn teared up?

She couldn't help but chuckle. "Why should I say sorry? Just for breathing the same air as her?"

Simon was left speechless, fumbling for a comeback but finding none.

Quinn clung to his sleeve, tears glistening as she looked at Clara. "Clara, I probably deserved that slap yesterday. Please, don't stay mad. Mom was asking about you at dinner, wondering when you'd come back. Ryan's on summer break, too. You can't keep this up and make everyone miserable."

Simon seemed to latch onto that. "Yeah! You slapped Quinn yesterday. You owe her an apology!"

Clara watched the two of them, a smirk playing on her lips. "Did you two escape from the same loony bin? You both have the same symptoms-delusions. One of you thinks I'm head over heels, and the other thinks I want your cheap affections. Maybe you should head back for some more treatment? Pretty soon, it might be too late."

Then, she walked away with confidence.

Simon was fuming. How had he not noticed Clara's sharp wit before? On impulse, he let go of Quinn and chased after Clara.

liked me! How could you say

from the hall, her expression twisting into something sinister. She pulled out her phone and

"Quinn, what's going on?"

"Colton... I just..."

instantly on edge, stepping out to find a quiet place. "Did Clara give

me. Colton, I'm just so upset and needed to talk

make sure she pays

satisfaction, feeling much better. If she wanted, she could have any

Simon was standing there, arms crossed in frustration. "You never used to ride in anything

inside. "Simon, let's meet at the

quickly faded at her words. "Clara, you're taking this drama

her posture unyielding, like a flower refusing to wilt. "Seven o'clock tomorrow night at the Bradford estate." Then, she instructed the

to the car as it disappeared from

around his waist, her voice laced with

our