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.

his calm demeanor. Tears

blank slate. "Is

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

is on your mind?

realized Simon thought she and Dylan

soft chuckle cut through the tension. It was

mostly the serious type, but now

"Yes, you're right. People with dirty

caught his amused gaze. It made her even more uncomfortable. That awkwardness quickly

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

ears.