Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 175

Chapter 175

Quinn's hand was clenched so tightly by her side that it nearly drew blood, while a forced smile played on her lips. "No, it's all good. I really should apologize to you, Clara, for what happened."

Clara checked her handbag and had to admit, her brother had a bit of taste. At least this bag was something she could carry with style. It was understated and elegant.

She reached out and ruffled Ryan's hair. "Thanks."

Ryan felt a bit sheepish, remembering how he had nudged Clara to fess up during the last incident. He felt guilty about it, but when he noticed Clara looked unbothered now, he let out a sigh of relief.

Quinn slowly entered the room. Her tone was still gentle, which took Clara by surprise. Clara thought her younger sister's tactics always seemed amateurish, so how was she keeping her cool tonight?

"Clara, I'm going for a wedding dress fitting tomorrow. If you're free, you can tag along."

"I'm busy. Got work."

Quinn felt a tad better, thinking Clara must've been crushed to watch the man she loved get ready to marry someone else. Surely, Clara would be drowning her sorrows tonight.

'Clara's calm demeanor is just a façade,' thought Quinn.

"Simon wanted me to tell you that the past is behind us, and he hopes you can let it go."

do hope he means it, but it seems I'm the one who's moved on, while he hasn't. He was trailing after me all day today-it was hard to shake him off. Shouldn't you, as his future wife,

she nearly lost her balance. She had intended to provoke Clara,

The atmosphere grew tense.

you both have nothing else to say, please leave. I need to get my

Quinn's hand and led her out, worried

the door and scanned the room. The setup was simple; the drawers and everything were in

discovered a small, locked drawer in a hidden spot. Following her instincts, she rummaged through the coats

to understand her past self a bit more, or she would have

small drawer, but there wasn't much useful information inside, just a thin

-Don't trust Dylan.

the notebook tightened, and her breath became shallow. Had she

flipped through the notebook, hoping for more

through the room, but there was so little in it that it felt as though she hadn't really considered this

realized she had found

the notebook into her bag and opened the door to

we give him enough money already? Why can't he just leave us alone! Sometimes you've got

clearly exasperated and even asked if they

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