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."

brushed against Dylan's palm. Dylan just gave her a quick glance

into her mouth, the spreading sweetness soothing

calling, and of course, Quinn, likely trying to make things worse.

embarrassed for returning here and looking 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

neck, probably from a woman. Last night, he mentioned finding someone to have some fun, and

Jackson's

faded when

remembered it was his idea for Clara to be

and just let out a sarcastic chuckle. Clara stayed silent. There wasn't much to say to someone who wanted her out of

and she followed. She felt

he was being snubbed. He

the lobby, waiting for Dylan to come