Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 161

Clara glanced over at Dylan, her eyes brimming with urgency. "Mr. Dylan, I promise I didn't mean to. After those three glasses of wine, my mind just went completely blank."

Dylan sat silently in his wheelchair, his back turned towards her, not saying a word.

Clara's cheeks flushed with desperation as she watched Aiden prepare to wheel Dylan away. "Mr. Dylan," she called out again.

Finally, Dylan turned his head. His clothes were straightened and his expression was calm. "I know you didn't mean it."

Clara nodded quickly, but she couldn't shake the feeling that his expression had darkened even more.

Rooted to the spot, all she could do was watch helplessly as Dylan was wheeled away. The business partners followed suit, leaving the once-bustling room eerily silent.

Clara dropped into a chair, the alcohol's aftereffects hitting her hard. Her stomach churned unpleasantly. She sat there for about ten minutes, expecting the staff to come in and tidy up. But then, unexpectedly, the lights dimmed, and before she could adjust to the darkness, someone pulled her against the wall. A man's commanding presence enveloped her.

She tried to open her bleary eyes to figure out who it was, but everything stayed a blur. Suddenly, her lips were captured in a kiss. Her eyes widened in shock as her hands instinctively pushed against the man's chest.

unresponsive like a limp noodle. The lack of oxygen made her

intense energy was overwhelming like

neck was held, her chin tilted upwards. The suffocation was too much, and she blacked out

passed. She rubbed her temples, half-laughing at herself. How could she have dreamed such a wild

seemed to have entered her life. At her age, yearning for intimacy was normal. There was nothing to feel

weak as if she'd just emerged from a deep, oxygen-starved sleep. She frowned, steadying herself against

deserted, as if everyone had cleared out. She entered the elevator, leaning against the wall with a yawn,

cab home but noticed Dylan's car still parked outside. Remembering the earlier awkwardness, she hesitated to

a few paces, she heard the sound of a wheelchair and Eden's voice. "Clara, you just don't give up, do you? You pop

at this hotel? It seemed Dylan and

with Dylan, nor did she want to provoke Eden, so she backed

have you? Is that why you were so

frowned. "What are you

and sneered, "Don't think I don't know anything. You act all innocent, but you fool around in places like this without