Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 147

Walter eased into his chair, reached for the cup of tea next to him, and skimmed off the foam.

"I trust Dylan. He once told me he'd never marry because the one he truly cares about..." He paused, taking a sip, then set the cup down. "If it hadn't been for his choice to let it go two years ago, I wouldn't have let it slide either."

He was clearly talking about that car accident. Clara felt a shiver run down her spine, trying to calm her racing heart. Not knowing the full story, she knew better than to speak out of turn.

"Dylan's way out of your league, and he won't ever have feelings for you. He's got someone special in his heart. He's the only romantic person in the Ferguson family."

It seemed everyone in the Ferguson clan knew about Dylan's feelings for the late Shelly. Yet, Shelly's death was partly on her. How composed must Dylan be not to have lashed out at her?

Taking a deep breath, Clara replied, "Sir, I understand. If I ever show any interest in Mr. Dylan, you can handle me as you see fit."

a walk in the park. To cover her tracks,

everyone in the Capital knows I've got someone I care about. Even if I've been distant with him lately, I've always hoped he'd come around. Mr. Dylan is outstanding

clarity. He studied her

him sleep better, then just stay with

huge sigh of relief, realizing only then that her back was soaked with

He must have just gotten there. Whether he heard her last

the dream guy for countless women. Even after losing the use of his legs, he still topped the list of eligible bachelors, with socialites openly declaring the willingness to accommodate his every need. Such bold pursuits made

wheelchair brought her back to reality.

side, respectfully greeting, "Father."