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.

quickly, the grip

had softened into a calm gentleness. Clara rubbed her jaw,

she

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

stable now,” she

tone was so detached that she struggled to find

to support his arm. But the elevator jolted once more, causing her to

ended up landing in his lap, and their lips accidentally brushed against each other. The unexpected warmth made her eyes 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