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."

was when it clicked for Clara-this was Jackson

break for it, skipping his

back in town, it seemed like he was about to meet the

that Jackson was living it up abroad and had zero interest in his bride-to-be. After

spoke calmly, "Oh, hi

returned to Dylan's side, scoffing with

to being spoken to like that. She was confused. Had she tangled

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

at Dylan, who was gazing into the

turned to Dylan, "Have the people

sitting in his wheelchair, had this otherworldly presence. "They're

just moved his wheelchair forward,