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.

glare at Dylan, noticing his calm demeanor. Tears

his face a blank slate. "Is there something

guts to confront Dylan head-on, so he turned to Clara. "You're shameless, Clara. Absolutely

"Are you out of your mind?! What is on your mind? I said it's a mosquito bite! People

thought she and Dylan had something going on.

through the tension. It

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

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

caught his amused gaze. It made her even

and wheeled himself toward his office. Once the

ears.