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?"

thought the moon looked especially

little longer 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

on Clara in the morning. She came all the way to South

irritated, but he felt a twinge of discomfort when he recalled his uncle's words from

and he liked her back. Clara

Quinn's hardships were heart-wrenching. She'd been through so much and only returned five years ago, and she was

Quinn had helped Clara escape back then, but Clara

I don't want things to get ugly between me and my sister. I know she's always been wary

down. It was my mistake for drinking

a great fiancé. When she first came back to

doing things to win Simon's

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

she returned to the Bradford family, she vowed to take

basked in the attention, finding joy

dragged his feet to Clara's courtyard. He knocked on her door, but after ten minutes, there was

was a bit startled, like a deer caught in headlights. "Uncle Dylan, you live across

Clara living just across

do you

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

marks on Simon's neck. Was

oblivious to the marks, pulled out his phone to call Clara, only

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