Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 54

Dylan's face was a blank slate as he wheeled himself away, clearly wanting to be anywhere but with Quinn.

Quinn quickly stepped behind the wheelchair. "Mr. Dylan, let me take you back."

Before she could even finish her sentence, a cold word sliced through the air. "Scram."

Quinn froze, thinking she must have misheard. She stood there, rooted to the spot, unable to react. It wasn't until the sound of the wheelchair faded into the distance that her anger began to bubble up, and her face flushed red. Her fists clenched, and her chest heaved with indignation. She'd never been treated this way before, and Dylan had the audacity to humiliate her like that!

On a night like this, he had run into her by chance and found themselves in front of the same painting. Wasn't he supposed to feel some kind of destiny or connection?

'Damn it! Dylan really doesn't play by the rules!' Quinn thought.

Seething, Quinn stormed back to her room. But as soon as she opened the door,

a man pulled her into a fierce embrace and kissed her passionately.

It was Simon.

Quinn thought about how Simon treated Clara indifferently but was so passionate with her, and her frustration melted away a bit.

"Simon, why aren't you asleep yet?"

"It's late. What were you doing outside?"

just thought the moon looked

before carrying her back to bed. Ever since they had accidentally ended up together after a drunken night a year ago, they hadn't tiptoed around it, and they had just had sex

of concern, "I wandered over to the west wing, which is quite far from here. Simon, you should check on Clara in the morning. She came all the way to South Ashford out of spite, probably because she heard I was coming here to

twinge of discomfort when he recalled his uncle's words

and he liked her back. Clara had even saved his life once, nearly drowning in the process, and he'd never

heart-wrenching. She'd been through so much and only

Quinn had helped Clara escape back

and my sister. I know she's always been wary of me and thinks I've taken everything from her. I can understand her, and she genuinely likes

tomorrow, but don't put yourself down. It was my

Clara for having such a great fiancé. When she first came back

wasn't thrilled about it and started doing things to

that wasn't enough. She needed Simon to completely despise Clara, and she nailed it.

to the Bradford family, she vowed

in the attention, finding

courtyard. He knocked on her door, but after ten minutes, there was no response. His patience wore thin

was a bit startled, like a deer caught in headlights. "Uncle

why were his uncle and Clara living just across from each other? That uncomfortable feeling

what do

Clara's holding up. She messed up with those orders that couldn't be shipped, and

Simon's neck. Was he really

out his phone

can you