Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 120

Simon felt utterly humiliated like someone was choking him. A tidal wave of indignation swept over him. Clara's neck bore a mark that was unmistakably the result of a kiss. She had spent all night at Dylan's villa, and now she had this mark. It was clear how close they had gotten.

He should have been furious, but more than anything, he felt panic creeping in. His lips trembled for what felt like ages, and his breathing became rapid.

Covering her neck, Clara spoke in a nonchalant tone. "It's just a mosquito bite. Why are you making such a fuss?"

Her eyes showed genuine confusion like she couldn't fathom why he was overreacting.

"What?!" Simon sneered, dripping with sarcasm. "Stop lying to me!"

If he hadn't had his own share of sex life, maybe he would've bought her story. But after countless nights with Quinn, he knew exactly what that mark was. The soft pink hue indicated that whoever left it hadn't even been rough.

a glare at Dylan, noticing his calm demeanor. Tears welled up in

up, his face a blank slate. "Is there

biting his lip in frustration. But he didn't have the guts to confront Dylan head-on, so he turned to Clara.

you out of your mind?! What is on your mind? I said it's a mosquito bite! People with filthy minds

realized Simon thought she and Dylan had something going on.

chuckle cut through the

the serious type,

right. People with

his amused gaze. It made her even more uncomfortable. That awkwardness quickly turned into embarrassment, especially

and wheeled himself toward his office. Once the office door clicked shut, the rest of the top-floor staff perked up

ears.