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?"

and instinctively hid

be bothered to look at him and pressed the button for the elevator. This time,

back, feeling a strange sense of reluctance. But with Quinn expecting, he

but hesitated. Since the elevator hadn't arrived yet, Clara wasn't going anywhere at that

how you try to win me back, it's not happening for us. When you marry

If Clara turned around right then, she

was just a jerk. Even if she noticed,

to make a snarky remark when the

of guilt

Dylan there. He lowered his

"Hi, Uncle Dylan."