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."

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

her mouth, the

When she checked, it was either Naomi or Johnny calling, and of course, Quinn, likely trying to make things worse. She ignored all the calls

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

shirt was undone at the top, revealing marks on his neck, probably from a woman. Last night, he mentioned finding someone to have some fun, and it

Jackson's

when

it was his idea for

chuckle. Clara stayed silent. There wasn't much to say to someone who wanted her out

elevator, and she followed. She felt a bit of satisfaction as

realized he was being snubbed. He pressed

sofa in the lobby, waiting for Dylan to come