Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 160

As the evening's event wound down, Clara seized the moment, positioning herself right behind Dylan. "Mr. Dylan, I've got something I need to ask you."

The business partners had just finished their polite goodbyes and said they'd wait outside. Aiden wasn't too happy about it, but he played along, leaving just Clara and Dylan in the room.

Clara couldn't hold it in any longer. "Mr. Dylan, if I've ever done anything to upset you before, please don't take it to heart. My dad always says you're as forgiving as a saint, and I was probably just really childish back then."

Dylan silently spun the glass in his hand. Clara quickly filled up two glasses with wine. "I'll take this as an apology."

The gossip she'd heard had her all jittery. If she really had crossed Dylan in the past, he must've had legendary patience for not having reacted.

She knocked back a glass, then another, and another. Dylan glanced at the bottle, noting the high alcohol content meant for mixing. Even the heaviest drinkers would feel the impact after three shots.

Clara felt the burn in her belly after those drinks. The first one had already hit hard, but she couldn't back out now. Setting the glass down, a wave of heat rushed through her. She leaned on the table, shaking her head to stay clear- headed.

toward Dylan. Dylan tried to catch her, but she grabbed the tablecloth. To avoid the

ended up sitting on Dylan's lap. Dylan, looking sharp in his suit, now had his shirt partly undone, revealing his

as she was about to get up, the door swung open. The people outside, worried by the noise, peeked in. The business partners and Aiden stood at the doorway, taking in the scene. Dishes were on the floor, the wheelchair flipped, and Clara was

partners were stunned for a moment, then hurried over. Everyone had had a bit to drink, so they spoke freely. “Ms. Clara, that's

Dylan. At this rate, you'll be

keep your cool. Even if Mr.

realize she still

head, and after a few seconds, he said hoarsely,

collar, his forehead

fond of her, he rarely spoke so harshly. Clara was at a loss for words! She watched Dylan clutch his torn shirt, trying to cover his chest. Oh great, now she

weren't used to seeing Dylan in such a vulnerable state, and they