Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 125

Clara let out a deep sigh, knowing full well that hiding wasn't a real solution. She set the towel aside and heard him ask, "What's going on this time?" She really needed to get this off her chest.

"I got set up by Quinn. She lost her baby and blamed me for pushing her. Now my mom's talking about sending me to a psychiatric hospital."

After she said it, she leaned back, her eyes a bit lost in thought. Her heart wasn't made of stone. Even with her memory issues, thinking about this stuff still hurt.

Dylan reached out his hand. His fist was clenched, and even his nails were perfect. Her mind wandered, amazed that a person could be so flawless.

Just as her thoughts were drifting, his tightly clenched fist opened up, revealing a piece of candy in his palm. With Dylan's cool demeanor, the gesture was kind of... amusing.

Her gloomy thoughts vanished instantly. She took the candy with a faint smile on her lips. "I'm not a kid anymore."

a bit damp and brushed against Dylan's palm. Dylan just gave

popped it into her mouth,

Johnny calling, and of course, Quinn, likely trying to make things worse. She ignored all the calls until the car pulled up

like a mess. Following Dylan into the lobby, she spotted Jackson waiting. He was lounging with an air of ease, head slightly tilted. As soon as he heard

shirt was undone at the top, revealing marks on his neck, probably from a woman. Last night, he mentioned

Jackson's

faded when he

it was his idea for Clara

stayed silent. There wasn't much to

and she followed. She felt a bit of satisfaction as Dylan

was being snubbed. He pressed his lips

the lobby, waiting