Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 111

In the past few days, she had been steering clear of Dylan, avoiding his office unless absolutely necessary. She was doing her best to fly under the radar and even contemplated switching back to her old department.

Lost in her thoughts, Simon suddenly reached out and grabbed her hand. "Come on, let's step outside. I need to talk to you," he said.

Clara instantly pulled her hand away.

Simon frowned slightly but soon flashed a smile. "Ryan told me everything. He said you've been a bit off-kilter because of my wedding and asked me to keep an eye on you. Clara, you're a grown woman. Can't you handle this better?"

Clara took a deep breath. She couldn't shake the feeling that Dylan's gaze was locked on her-intense and unwavering, yet lacking warmth.

"Are you finished? You really think you're that important, huh? Do you honestly believe I'd lose my mind over your wedding?"

Simon was so convinced her recent erratic behavior was due to being overly upset. He wrapped an arm around her waist. "Alright, let's go see a therapist after work."

Clara had had enough. She kneed him where it hurt the most.

Simon doubled over in pain, his face turning a sickly shade. "Clara!"

of satisfaction but froze when she met Dylan's gaze. She had actually hurt Simon in front

Dylan, I didn't mean

most intimidating person she'd ever met. Under his scrutiny, lies felt transparent

his lashes lowering. "Go clean

it was just cleaning the archive

"I'll get right on it." Once outside his office,

Simon straightened up with difficulty, still trying to cover for Clara Dylan, I'll take her to see a therapist later. She might really

the file in his hands. His tone was

a ridiculous thought crossed his mind. He blurted out without thinking. "Clara and I

office atmosphere went dead

the sudden tension His pride as a man held him steady. "We grew up together. Emotions got the better

hands slowly clenched, his fingertips trembling. "Dylan, aren't you

sentence was a reminder not to

Dylan was the most prestigious man in the city; surely, he wouldn't be interested

trying to

thoughts. The room stayed silent a long time

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