Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 162

Clara was genuinely wiped out. The alcohol had done a number on her, leaving her feeling drowsy and barely able to catch what Megan was saying. The car pulled up in front of her place. Megan helped her out, and after just a few steps, they spotted Simon waiting outside the complex.

There was a pile of cigarette butts at Simon's feet. He knew Megan, but they weren't exactly close. Megan greeted him politely, "Mr. Simon."

Simon frowned at the sight of Clara, clearly drunk. "Is she drunk?"

"Yeah."

He quickly tossed his cigarette and moved towards them. "I'll take her inside. You can go now."

Megan hesitated for a moment but handed Clara over to him without protest. As she watched them walk away, she snapped a picture and posted it online. [Destiny has a funny way of bringing the right people together.]

With that, she headed back to her car.

Simon got Clara to her door and was about to use her fingerprint to unlock it when he noticed her lips were red. Clara felt like she'd been dropped on the ground, and wasn't quite aware until cold water was dumped over her head.

Simon stood there with an empty basin, looking stormy. Clara frowned, now fully awake, and took a deep breath. "What's your problem?"

It finally hit her that she was home, sitting by the entrance. How on earth did Simon get in here? He dropped the basin, leaned down, and grabbed her collar, pulling her up.

he

inhaled sharply, "Let

asked, what happened to

"Allergic reaction."

heard of you

"Alcohol."

Simon thought it was the most ridiculous thing. "Do you think I'm

she was

really annoyed. She stood up, using the wall for support, wiped her face, and pointed to the

lips and eyes still hazy from the alcohol, then asked, "Who

interrogation. "That is none of your business. You're about to marry Quinn. Isn't visiting your ex-fiancée a bit

was so angry. He didn't know if she'd been playing around

to the door. "Even if you don't tell me, I'll find out. If you've been seeing someone behind my back, then

shut. She headed straight to the bathroom, filled the tub, and began undressing. In

She stripped down and

the spot, and her cheeks flushed at the thought. It was too close to a private area-what

dwell on it, she eased into the tub, soaking comfortably. Twenty minutes later, she dried off and collapsed into bed, Feeling relaxed and warm,