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.

lowering his eyelashes. If Michael had any sense, he wouldn't have let Ada, the mistress, take over,

was about to leave when Dylan asked, "Is everything

North Ashford had hot springs, unique landscapes, and a prominent platform beside the highest cliff for

South Ashford just has two attractions, but they were sold to local farmers ages ago. Now, with the development buzz, they're jacking up the prices to ten

it was downright ludicrous. Where did they

like she might run out of air. She randomly touched something and squeezed it. Dylan's eyelashes fluttered slightly,

Once Aiden was gone, Clara shot up from the water, gasping for air. She glanced

her, but his voice sounded

"I'm sorry," she muttered, trying to make

She thought Dylan would stay unaffected, but underwater, she had clearly felt it stirring. His breathing

weak. Dylan wrapped an arm around her waist, and they both tumbled back into the water with a

voice was in her

in his bathrobe and so close to him, so it was hard not to think of other things. Clara