Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 167

"Dylan, I've got just one question for you: when did you two start getting cozy? You know she couldn't stand you before. Back then, she was head over heels for me. There's no way she was faking it the whole time, pretending to like me while secretly seeing you. She was supposed to be my fiancée; we were planning to get married. If you were really with her back then, then you were the one butting in! Don't you feel any shame for being older than me and still playing the side piece?"

Simon's voice cracked on that last accusation, showing just how worked up he

was.

Dylan glanced at the wine spattered across the floor. A deep red puddle was spread.

Simon thought his words had rocked Dylan, and hoped that maybe now he'd back off from Clara. But Dylan just replied in a cool, almost dismissive way.

"When it comes to love, the unloved person is the real intruder, Simon. You're still too young to understand."

Simon felt like he'd been struck by lightning, completely thrown off balance. "What did you just say?"

being the intruder? What kind

a scene. Just leave." Compared to Dylan's calm demeanor, Simon seemed like

years apart. What did Dylan mean when he called him too

out of the room, feeling like he was walking on air,

noticed his uneasy state

of Moonlight. The cold night

But Dylan's words were meant to mislead him, to make him think Clara had been involved

how much Clara had despised Dylan in the past; there was no

ages and was waiting for the perfect chance to swoop in during

felt himself trembling, his grip on the

slammed his fist against the steering