Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 117

The housekeeper was about to chime in again but stopped short when she noticed Dylan standing quietly at the top of the stairs, his hair still damp. She clammed up immediately, realizing she might have overstepped, and quickly busied herself with other chores.

Clara hurried up the stairs, balancing a steaming mug of hot milk. She couldn't help but notice the droplets of water still clinging to Dylan's skin and the way his hair was dripping. "Mr. Dylan, you'll catch a cold if you stay like this," she gently admonished.

Dylan turned and made his way slowly towards the bedroom, leaning on the doorframe for support. Clara quickly set the milk down on a table inside the room and rushed back to help him. He let her guide him, and together they moved into the room.

Just as Dylan was about to sip his milk, Clara's phone rang. It was Simon on the line. Ever since leaving Ferguson Corporation earlier, Simon had been feeling uneasy, sensing something off about Dylan's demeanor. In a moment of impulse, he called Clara.

Clara accidentally hit the speakerphone button, and Simon's voice filled the room. "If I'm not marrying Quinn, Clara, would you...?"

Clara's heart skipped a beat. What was he saying? Quinn was pregnant, and he was reconsidering the wedding. No way!

and

his grip tightening slightly on the mug, but he remained silent, staring down at the

hallway, making sure she was far enough that Dylan couldn't overhear her, and then let her frustration

had had a bit too much to drink and was unsettled by Dylan's behavior. He loathed the dark thoughts creeping in but felt an urgent need to

do you

for

been

been down and had a few drinks tonight. Where are you

and removed Quinn from her blocked contacts, dialing

before she could say more, Quinn's voice cut through, cold and sharp. "How do you know he's drunk, Clara? Are you trying to get close

voice was near