Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 78

In the early evening, she knocked off work a little ahead of schedule, darted to the supermarket to grab all the ingredients she needed, and then dashed home. Dylan would be home two hours, so she figured she had plenty of time to whip up six dishes.

Busy in the kitchen, she was down to her last twenty minutes when the doorbell rang. Expecting Dylan, she hurried to the door.

"Hi..."

She didn't get to finish her greeting before realizing it was Naomi at the threshold. Her mood plummeted, her expression turning frosty.

Naomi barged in, drawn by the delicious smells wafting from inside. "Clara, here you are cooking up a storm while Quinn and Ryan are desperate for your food! Quinn's sick and keeps asking for your cooking. You need to come back to the Bradford estate with me."

Clara raised a hand to close the door, not in the mood to engage.

Naomi shoved the door open with force. "This house was bought with Quinn's money, wasn't it? Now she's sick and craving your meals, and you couldn't care less? How heartless can you be?"

Ignoring Clara's protests, she stormed over to the dining table. When she saw the six beautifully arranged dishes, in a fit of rage, she yanked the tablecloth, sending everything crashing to the floor, with food splattering everywhere.

"Quinn and Ryan can't have this, and you're just here indulging yourself!"

Clara stood there, stunned for a few seconds, before calling the management office.

The staff hesitated, "Ms. Clara, we didn't intentionally let her in, but she claimed to be your mother, and she recently bought a villa for her other daughter, so some of us recognized her."

"I have no ties to her. She's causing a scene. Please escort her out."

by security. She stood outside the complex, fuming and trembling with anger. She had approached Clara twice recently, and

the shattered dishes, she heard

the doorway, looking sharp in

it at first, but why did he always seem

shards tightened a bit as she quietly said, “I'm sorry, Mr. Dylan. Maybe we should

of the Bradford family

bent to pick up a broken dish, she accidentally cut herself, a fresh

took her hand. "Don't move. I'll have Aiden clean

nearly everything for Dylan. Right then, Aiden stood by the

surprised look somewhat amusing, although she

I can handle it," she

up the pieces, but

and Aiden quickly

down. I've got this." He efficiently fetched a mop from

gently. As soon as she sat down, he handed her

her earlier agitation cooled at his

delicate. Dylan cleaned her fingers thoroughly, noting the bleeding was

then asked, "Do you have

"I do."

fetch it, noticing bloodstains on the couch on

cheeks flared with embarrassment. Her period had started. No wonder

Did Dylan see everything