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.

The lack of oxygen made her dizzy, and

between dream and reality. The man's intense energy was overwhelming like a

upwards. The suffocation was too much, and

unchanged, but an hour had passed. She rubbed her temples,

other man seemed to have entered her life. At her age, yearning for intimacy was normal. There was

to stand, her legs nearly buckled. Her body was still weak as if she'd just emerged from a deep, oxygen-starved sleep. She frowned, steadying

entire floor was deserted, as if everyone had cleared out. She entered the elevator,

catch a cab home but noticed Dylan's car still parked

paces, she heard the sound of a wheelchair and Eden's voice. "Clara, you

planned to meet Dylan for dinner-was it at this hotel? It seemed Dylan and Eden

dare make eye contact with Dylan, nor did she want to provoke Eden, so she backed away

tirade. "You tramp! Found another man, have you? Is that why you were so eager for my brother to post on social media? Is it because you've already latched onto

"What are you

sneered, "Don't think I don't know anything. You