Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 110

Ryan shuffled back to the living room, rummaging through drawers until he finally stumbled upon a set of keys. Standing outside Clara's makeshift prison, a pang of unease washed over him-he felt a bit too easily swayed.

Clara had already caught his approaching footsteps, and called out impatiently, "Come on, open the door! What's the holdup?"

"Promise me, Clara, you won't slap me again," Ryan pleaded, a hint of vulnerability in his voice.

Clara rolled her eyes but relented with a half-hearted, "Alright, I promise I won't slap you."

With that assurance, Ryan unlocked the door and involuntarily stepped back when Clara stormed past him, making a beeline for the exit. The air in the house had become stifling for her, and she couldn't bear another moment of it.

Ryan trailed her closely, his voice tinged with urgency. "Are you really leaving now? Can't you at least fix me a meal first? Is this just a hit-and-run?"

Clara paused at the doorway, her face a mask of indifference. Ryan felt a sting in his chest, a heavy weight settling in as he averted his gaze. "Fine, go ahead. It's not like I'm desperate for your cooking. I always knew you didn't care much about me."

Clara got into her car and drove away. Once, he could sense her care, but now it felt like an echo

but years of being the bossy brother held him back. So he stood

lost in thought until Naomi and others returned from their dinner out. Quinn was in a buoyant mood and ready to confront Clara, but the

the living room, Quinn didn't waste time, pinning Ryan with a sharp look. "Did you let her

deepened his discomfort. "What else could I do? That room's meant

let

her hands at her sides. She needed to banish Clara from the Bradford family

eyes welled with tears. "Ryan,

see me as the bad guy

at her pitiful display. "Quinn, I didn't mean it

word,

leaving Ryan

gently nudged him.