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?"

Dylan mean by the unloved person being the

patience, lowered his gaze. "Stop making a scene. Just leave." Compared to Dylan's calm demeanor, Simon seemed like a kid

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

like he was walking on

his way out, noticed his uneasy state but didn't ask any questions. They were

kept walking until he reached the outside of Moonlight. The cold night air snapped him

mislead him, to make him think Clara had been

couldn't be true. Simon knew how much Clara had despised Dylan in

her for ages and was waiting for the perfect

seat, Simon felt himself trembling, his grip on the steering wheel

a deep breath and slammed his fist against the steering wheel, angry at himself for feeling so helpless,