Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 107

In New York, no one really knew what Jackson's wife looked like because she

kept such a low profile. All anyone had heard was that she was the ideal picture of obedience, the perfect wife material. But Jackson wasn't after a docile puppet; he wanted to pick his own partner!

Clara had been listening to Jackson vent about his mystery wife for a good ten minutes. He didn't even have a clue about her appearance. She glanced over at Dylan, realizing just how tight he and Jackson must be, given he'd shown up at a place like this to lend an ear.

After another half an hour, Jackson had an epiphany: he'd have an affair, find someone to fool around with, and wait for his wife to crack under the pressure and call it quits. This plan put him in better spirits, but the look he shot Clara was still full of distain.

Clara had no intention of being left alone with him, so when Dylan made a move to leave, she quickly tagged along. She thought about offering to help with his wheelchair, but the memory of Shelly's situation held her back.

secluded spot. The men who had planned to hassle her were now tied up in sacks, kneeling quietly under the dim lights. Clara's eyes widened

acting under Colton's orders," he

of the day, it was all Quinn's doing, stirring the pot. Clara wasn't sure why Dylan was stepping in to help her,

"Thank you, Mr. Dylan."

his wheelchair down a different path. But then they hit a snag a flight

seeing the situation, she

suddenly called out, making her jump a little. She thought she might've

"Yeah?"

you come here because

her real motive was to understand the situation with Shelly, something she couldn't let Dylan find out about, not when Shelly was such a sensitive topic