Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 97

She quickly pulled back the wheelchair a bit, crouched down, and gently placed her hand on his leg.

"Mr. Dylan, I hope I didn't hurt you?" she asked, looking up to see his reaction. Instead, she found herself captivated by his dark, mesmerizing eyes.

Dylan had his hands resting on the armrests, gave her a brief glance, and then looked away with an indifference glance.

Clara felt her heart skip a beat, unsure of what she'd done wrong. She rushed to apologize, but Dylan had already opened the suite door and wheeled himself out. Clara stood frozen for a few seconds, trying to wrap her head around what she'd just heard-Quinn was pregnant?

If she hadn't lost her memory, she might have been in tears by now.

Taking a deep breath, she set off briskly to catch up with Dylan. However, she had no clue which elevator he'd taken. She ended up standing there, a bit lost until she heard footsteps behind her.

"Clara?"

Simon. He'd just finished a call and instinctively hid his phone when he

elevator. This time, Simon wasn't as bothersome as usual; he slowly walked over to her. "Were

watched Clara's back, feeling a strange sense of reluctance. But with Quinn expecting,

hesitated. Since the elevator hadn't

me back,

throat. If Clara turned around right then, she

Clara believed Simon was just a jerk. Even if she

a snarky remark when the elevator doors opened, revealing

a twinge of guilt and

hadn't expected to see Dylan there. He lowered his gaze and

"Hi, Uncle Dylan."