Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 104

The guy speaking had this air about him-classy, but not in a stuck-up way like Dylan's chilliness or Richard's overbearing vibe. His laid-back attitude was the kind you'd expect from someone who's always had it easy, but he managed to keep it just right without tipping over into arrogance like Simon could sometimes do.

Clara felt like she needed to say something, even though she couldn't quite place him. So, she just gave him a bit of an awkward smile.

He was tall, probably around six foot one, and he strode over to her, leaning in close. "Clara, what are you doing in such a place? Is it about Simon again?"

Jackson had just touched down in the Capital tonight, still fighting off jet lag. His hand was casually shoved in his pocket, and he gave off this effortlessly relaxed vibe.

Clara took a couple of steps back. "And you are?"

Jackson raised an eyebrow, the amused twinkle in his eyes quickly turning cold. "What kind of game are you playing now?"

Before he could say more, Dylan called out, "Jack."

when it clicked for Clara-this was

The buzz was that three years ago, his family set him up with a marriage, and he made a break for it, skipping his own wedding. The Dawson family was dead set on

it seemed like he was about to meet the wife he'd

zero interest in his bride-to-be. After three years away, it seemed like he was back to sort out

spoke calmly,

to Dylan's side, scoffing with his

to like that. She was confused. Had she tangled with this Dawson guy before her memory played tricks on

you'd look down your nose at us like a real fool. Today, you're not avoiding us. Aren't

the suggestive undertone in "eat." She glanced at Dylan,

turned to Dylan, "Have the people you were

wheelchair, had this otherworldly presence. "They're

reply. He just moved his wheelchair