Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 119

When Clara woke up, a cozy warmth wrapped around her like a comforting blanket. It took her a moment to realize she was already snuggled up in bed. She quickly got up, dashed to the bathroom, and splashed some cold water on her face. That was when she noticed a red mark on her neck. Leaning closer to the mirror, she rubbed at it furiously, but it wouldn't budge. Fancy that, even rich folks had mosquito problems.

She spotted a brand-new toothbrush waiting for her, so she freshened up and headed downstairs. It was the crack of dawn, just six o'clock, but breakfast was already laid out. Dylan was by the floor-to-ceiling windows, deep in a phone conversation.

Clara didn't want to interrupt, so she thought she'd just nod to the housekeeper and quietly slip away. But she didn't get far.

"Ms. Clara, please have some breakfast before you leave. Mr. Ferguson made a point of it," the housekeeper insisted.

Clara felt a warm flutter in her chest. Dylan had a frosty demeanor but really had a soft side.

"Has he eaten yet?" she inquired.

"No, he said he'd wait to share breakfast with you."

She took a seat at the dining table, expecting a long wait, but no sooner had she sat down than Dylan ended his call. He maneuvered his wheelchair over and started eating silently.

Clara thought about wishing him a good morning but hesitated when she sensed he wasn't in a chatty mood. Her hand dropped back down.

Maybe it was her imagination, but Dylan's ears looked a bit red, like he'd caught a touch of embarrassment. It was strange, for someone who always seemed so composed, like a noble figure in an oil painting, to have rosy ears.

She shrugged off the thought, intent on finishing her breakfast when the housekeeper piped up beside her. "Ms. Clara, what happened to your neck?"

on his fork, before calmly continuing with his toast. Clara touched her neck absentmindedly. "Oh, probably just mosquitoes last night." The housekeeper handed her a small bottle of ointment. "Try some of this." "Thanks," Clara said, applying a bit before finishing her meal.

were both heading to the office. It seemed a bit over-the-top to avoid each other

got to the car, Clara aimed to take the driver's seat, only

at the Ferguson Corporation's underground garage, she hopped out first to open Dylan's door,

"Ms. Clara, you should head on

distance

the hint and made her way upstairs solo. No point in letting Aiden's dislike get under her

ran into Simon, sporting some serious dark circles. He gave

as she sat at her

his leg, and now he's in the hospital. Naomi wants you to

If he was racing in the dead of night, that served him right. Still, she couldn't help but worry about her foolish

No need for drama,"

perfume, and yet she always smelled so captivating. He took

smacking him, she heard the familiar sound of a wheelchair-Dylan

mischievous grin,

to shove him away, but

you at Palm Bay last

surprise-how did he know that? Unless he'd had

me followed?"