Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 113

"Are you heading over to see someone?" Clara inquired, noting the absence of

the usual file on his knee during the car ride. Today, Dylan seemed off, like he was carrying a heavy burden.

"Yeah," he replied curtly.

Picking up on his somber mood, Clara decided to keep her questions to herself, afraid to probe further. But after about ten minutes, Dylan unexpectedly broke the silence.

"Why'd you stop asking questions?"

His words felt like a sword hanging by a thread above her, threatening to fall. Clara swallowed nervously. "Is it someone important?"

"Very," he nodded, resting his chin on his hand and staring out the window. "When she left, I was shattered."

romantics, but that wasn't entirely true. In her materialistic circle, most wealthy heirs were

came to honor her every year. The look on his face spoke volumes. Shelly was loved and remembered by Dylan in such an intense way. She must've been truly

kept quiet until they reached the West Hill Cemetery, a place guarded by solemn buildings and armed personnel. Someone

countless steps

someone respectfully opened Dylan's door. He appeared weary as he sat

she didn't dare follow him and quickly agreed,

gaze flickered towards her, heavy and complex. She couldn't meet his

back tense with nerves. He said nothing

one

RUMS

stood by the car and waited for about half an hour until