Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 86

Her eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint, like a match igniting in a fireworks factory. Simon, fuming, shot to his feet and stormed over to her. "Who are you chatting with? Look at you laughing so heartily. Have you forgotten who you are?" He reached for Clara's phone, trying to snatch it away.

Clara deftly dodged, her expression turning calm once more. "Ada, you see how your son behaves, right? He's too unstable, and I can't have a husband like that. This engagement must end. I'm skipping this dinner. Best wishes to him and Quinn." With that, she stood, clutching her phone.

Simon clamped a hand on her shoulder, forcefully. "Clara, look me in the eyes and say that again!"

Clara winced at the pain, suddenly aware of the power imbalance between them. Frowning, she shoved him away. "Simon, maybe you should take a look at Quinn's face."

Simon turned as if struck, quickly glancing at Quinn. Quinn stood a few steps away, struggling to maintain a smile despite the cups she held. Her face turned ashen. "Simon, don't worry about me. Whatever you choose, I'll support you."

Simon's face darkened further, retreating a few steps.

you want Quinn or Clara?" Her tone was sharp, irritated

Simon would have chosen Quinn

tension mounted, Nate's voice echoed from the doorway. "Hey, Simon, Clara, what's going on

eyes fell on Clara, he found it hard to look away. Clara was stunning, captivating every man's attention. He'd

brightened at her brother's arrival and rushed to greet him. "Nate, what brings you here?!" Her face lit up with joy as she ushered him inside. "Come in, have a seat." Then she glanced back at Clara and Simon. "Clara,

unfazed. "Ada, I don't want to drag this

could hear. "Clara's been acting up lately like she's possessed. You can't control her, but look at Simon's eyes- I'm worried he'll fall for her and regret it later. Why not set her up with me instead? If she can't be

brother. Hearing Nate's proposal, she leaned his way. "Nate, you really like

doesn't want her, why not let me

I'll talk to

unaware she was being treated like a commodity and

assuming the role of the kindly elder. "Clara, let's