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 Jackson from

up with a marriage, and he made a break for it, skipping his own wedding. The Dawson family was dead set on the whole marriage thing, and in the end, they were left with a bride but no

seemed like he

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

and spoke calmly,

scoffing with his arms crossed. "What's

was confused. Had she tangled with this Dawson guy before her memory

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

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

and turned to Dylan, "Have the people you were waiting for shown

wheelchair, had this otherworldly presence. "They're here." Jackson seemed surprised, scanning around.

reply. He just moved his wheelchair forward, and Jackson quickly fell in