Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 158

She had no clue that when Simon caught sight of her darting out of the café to catch up with Dylan, his expression turned as dark as a thundercloud. He watched her intently, never once tearing his gaze away.

Ryan, sitting across from Simon, noticed the intense look and broke the silence. "Simon, what's up with you?"

As Ryan spoke, he glanced over at the spot where Clara had vanished,

scratching his head in confusion. "What's going on with Clara? Why's she

suddenly buddying up to Dylan? I remember her saying she couldn't stand him. And isn't Dylan supposed to have a kid or something?"

Simon looked genuinely taken aback. "Who told you that?"

"Clara did," Ryan replied, running a hand through his hair.

Clara said that? No way. When did she say it?

carried on, "It's just strange. Clara used to avoid Dylan like the

to a calm, steady

dawning on him. "What do you mean? She did mention amnesia, but she's cried wolf so many times. We all thought she was faking again. But if it's

can't let her get too close

this moment that Simon realized Clara's amnesia was genuine. A glimmer of hope sparked in his chest. She wasn't into him anymore because of her memory loss. If she regained her memories, she'd be back to her old self, always

thudded faster, and he clenched his hand by his side. Ryan, still anxious, pressed on. "Think of something. What if she falls for Dylan? I can't

thought was enough

was banking on Simon, even though Simon was soon to be Quinn's husband and probably shouldn't meddle in

"I'll help her remember, Ryan. You don't want her to be so distant, do you?

a twinge of pain in his chest but tried to

you to defend some random

Clara, she'd never treat me like that. She'd cook for me and speak kindly. Even when she was mad, I could cheer her up, and she'd be sweet to me

he talked, the more hurt he

me, and let's help her