Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 98

He was so anxious it felt like he was on fire, darting toward the nearby elevator, desperate to catch up. The thought of Dylan hurting Clara sent shivers down his spine.

Meanwhile, inside the distant elevator, Clara could sense something was off with Dylan. Just as she was about to speak, the elevator gave a violent jolt. Her thoughts immediately jumped to Dylan's leg, and she instinctively reached out for his wheelchair.

"Mr. Dylan!" she called out, her voice tinged with concern as the elevator lights flickered before plunging them into darkness. Quickly, she fumbled for her phone, using its light to check on him. Dylan sat there with his head bowed, his emotions hidden behind a stoic facade.

"Mr. Dylan, are you alright?" she asked, her hand resting gently on his knee as she peered up at him with worry etched on her face. In the dim light, Dylan's eyes were unreadable.

Suddenly, he reached out and gripped her chin. Clara was startled, frozen by the intensity of his presence, and momentarily forgetting to react. For a fleeting moment, she envisioned a deep abyss behind Dylan. She felt like she were being drawn into it alongside him.

speak, but the pressure on her jaw tightened abruptly, causing her to wince. Then, just as quickly, the grip was gone. If it weren't for the lingering pain, she might have

she glanced back at Dylan, the sharpness in his demeanor had softened into a

she ventured

voice hoarse, like he was holding something back. She let out a sigh of relief, steadying his wheelchair with one

seems stable now,” she

tone was so detached that she struggled to find a

jolted once more, causing her to lose balance and fall backward. Dylan's hand shot out to

widen in surprise. Before she could fully process what had happened, Dylan pushed her away. She hit the floor with a thud, touching her lips in disbelief. Her phone had skittered to a