Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 59

Dylan's cool composure seemed to rub off on Clara, who initially felt awkward but soon found herself settling down. Maybe her figure didn't really catch his eye, or perhaps he just wasn't interested in women. The thought brought her some comfort.

The hot spring was just too relaxing, and she wasn't in a hurry to leave. She leaned back, letting out a contented sigh. Suddenly, footsteps echoed from outside, and Aiden's voice followed.

"Boss, we've got intel. Micheal sent the hitmen from South Ashford."

Michael? Wasn't that Simon's dad?

Clara instinctively ducked deeper into the water, hoping to stay out of Aiden's sight. After all, they weren't exactly on good terms.

Aiden approached the pool's edge, speaking with respect, "Michael's left traces everywhere with his sloppy actions. Should we hit back?"

Clara, submerged, could barely make out their conversation, but she saw Aiden standing by the pool through the water's distortion. There was no way she could surface now. Wearing Dylan's bathrobe and sharing a hot spring with him would surely make Aiden suspect she was up to no good. It would look like she was trying to seduce Dylan. That was a misunderstanding she definitely didn't need. Dylan's gaze drifted downward, noticing a figure trying to stay hidden beneath the water's rippling surface. Luckily, Aiden couldn't see from his angle.

he wouldn't have let Ada, the mistress, take over, nor

about to leave when Dylan

a bit taken aback; hadn't they wrapped that up before coming here? South Ashford didn't have much to offer, while North Ashford had hot

puzzled, Aiden dutifully replied, "Yeah, South Ashford just has two attractions, but they were sold to local

was beyond audacious; it was

touched something and squeezed it. Dylan's

gone, Dylan turned his head, looking a bit uncomfortable. Once Aiden was gone, Clara shot up from the water, gasping for air. She glanced down to what she's holding,

her, but his voice sounded rough. “Can you let

wished she could just disappear. "I'm sorry," she muttered, trying to

touch his coc. She thought Dylan would stay unaffected, but underwater,

climb out, but her nervousness and fever made her hands weak. Dylan wrapped an

was in her ear,

to think of other things. Clara tried to push away to put some distance between