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.

a little smile or a hint of vulnerability was all it took to have men eating

self-contained Dylan was, the more she longed to see him unravel

him wrapped around

"Uncle Dylan, my engagement to Clara is just on paper. She's the one hanging on and refusing to let go. Quinn is mine, and one

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

nearly drowned, Clara saved

friends, and their mothers were besties, but the engagement

time, Clara's unwavering kindness made her seem less special. He'd come to take her for granted, believing

soft, almost pitiful voice reached him, a whisper