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

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

of reluctance. But

but hesitated. Since

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

voice faltered as if something caught in his throat. If Clara turned around right then, she might

Clara believed Simon was just a jerk. Even if she noticed, what

amusing and was about to make a snarky remark when

a twinge of guilt

Dylan there. He lowered his gaze

"Hi, Uncle Dylan."