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

to look at him and pressed the button for the elevator. This time, Simon wasn't as bothersome as usual; he slowly walked over to her. "Were you looking

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

but hesitated. Since the elevator

to win me back, it's not happening for us. When you marry my uncle, make sure to listen

if something caught in his throat. If Clara turned around right then, she might have caught the

jerk. Even if she noticed, what would

a snarky remark when the

of guilt and quickly

there. He lowered his gaze and greeted

"Hi, Uncle Dylan."