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."

it clicked for Clara-this was Jackson from the well-known

up with a marriage, and he made a break for it,

in town, it seemed like he

was that Jackson was living it up abroad and had zero

herself and spoke

Dylan's side, scoffing with his arms crossed.

new to being spoken to like that. She was confused. Had

at us like a real fool. Today, you're not avoiding us. Aren't you worried Dylan might just

undertone in "eat." She glanced at Dylan, who was gazing into the

lost interest in Clara and turned to Dylan, "Have the people you were waiting for shown up?

otherworldly presence. "They're here." Jackson seemed surprised, scanning around. "Here?

didn't reply. He just moved his wheelchair forward,