Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 60

Dylan shut his eyes, his long lashes casting soft shadows as he fought to calm the storm inside him. Clara stayed still, sneaking glances at the profile resting against her shoulder. It was hard not to be taken aback by how striking he was. He seemed almost too perfect, like someone from a dream. And here they were, so close.

His skin was flawless, his features sharply defined. It was as if fate had showered him with blessings. Random thoughts flitted through her mind as she took it all in.

After a few moments, Dylan smoothly let go of her waist. Clara rushed to clarify, "Mr. Dylan, I get it. It's just a normal reaction for any guy. I won't read too much into it. Anyone in this situation might feel the same. The atmosphere's just... intense."

As soon as the words left her mouth, his sharp gaze locked onto hers. The warmth in the air vanished, and was replaced by a sudden chill, as the air itself had turned into icy daggers.

Realizing she'd hit a sore spot, Clara quickly switched gears. "Let me help you up."

of strain yet. With steady hands, Clara guided him out of the pool and over to the changing room. Her robe was drenched,

brought over the wheelchair. "Mr.

wheelchair, casting a glance at her

Clara felt the pressure lift from her shoulders. She breathed a

room, she changed into dry clothes, pausing to look at her reflection. Her expression still looked a bit off. The earlier scene replayed in her mind. The feeling on her hand was

dislike,

at her palm, a little laugh

on the door pulled her back to reality. "Clara, the South Ashford mess has exploded! Did you see my texts? Tons of folks are demanding refunds, and the platform's swamped. They might have to cut prices or give stuff