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.

shot a glare at Dylan, noticing his

a blank slate. "Is there

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

mind?! What is on your mind? I said it's a mosquito bite! People with

she and Dylan

soft chuckle cut through the tension. It was light

was Dylan chuckling. He was mostly the serious type, but now he was smiling, the corners

"Yes, you're right. People with dirty minds

her even more uncomfortable. That awkwardness quickly turned into embarrassment, especially since Simon thought she was

however, didn't say anything more and wheeled himself toward his office. Once the office

ears.