Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 50

Simon offered a respectful nod. "Uncle Dylan."

Quinn echoed, "Uncle Dylan."

Dylan's eyes landed on their clasped hands, and he said in a cool and detached tone, "Who said you could call me that?"

Quinn hadn't expected such bluntness, and her face flushed with embarrassment. But this was Dylan, the head honcho of Ferguson Corporation. Even if he wasn't at his peak anymore, he was still a powerhouse no one dared to mess with.

Quinn felt her cheeks burning, wondering why. Why was he always so cold towards her, both now and in the past? Wasn't she attractive? Loads of people adored her, and her family showered her with affection. Even Simon's friend, Colton, was head over heels for her.

smile or a hint of vulnerability was all it took to have men eating out of her hand.

her competitive streak, but the more aloof and self-contained Dylan was, the more she longed to

wait,' she thought. She'd have him wrapped around

Clara is just on paper. She's

his voice when he said he'd marry Quinn because he had noticed Clara's recent

frostier. "When you nearly drowned, Clara

engagement to Clara. They'd been childhood friends, and their mothers were besties, but the engagement wasn't a childhood pact. He had begged for

seem less special. He'd come to take her for granted, believing she'd never leave him. And she

thoughts were in disarray when Quinn's soft, almost pitiful voice reached him, a whisper only meant for his