Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 178

Scarlette walked in, arm-in-arm with a guy Clara didn't recognize. Clara gave him a friendly smile.

Scarlette, unaware of who was in the private room, introduced him anyway. "Hey, meet my boyfriend, Morgan. He's a university professor."

Clara reached out to shake his hand. "Nice to meet you, Morgan."

Morgan looked like he was in his thirties, radiating that magnetic charm only a mature guy can pull off.

"Pleasure to meet you," he replied.

Clara was there to drop off some documents. As she was about to make a quick exit, a familiar voice from inside interrupted her plans. "Scarlette, you've got a boyfriend and didn't even bring him home?"

Scarlette hadn't anticipated Nicholas being there; her smile faltered for a brief second.

Nicholas had already swung open the door and was eyeing Morgan with interest. Even Clara, who wasn't the most perceptive, could feel the tension in the air.

Was there a sibling rivalry or something?

Nicholas didn't linger on Morgan for long before delivering a jab, "Your taste in men is as outdated as ever."

Scarlette flicked her curls back with a sigh, "Nicholas, could you be a bit more polite?"

Nicholas shrugged, stepping aside. "Well, since you're here, why not join us for breakfast?"

cut her off with

we'll join. Hope we're not interrupting, Mr.

addressed this to Dylan,

brewing storm, so she quickly settled into a seat

and Morgan took seats together, while

waiter knocked gently. "Ready

Silence.

voice as soft as a whisper broke the quiet. "Yes,

then turned to Clara. "Anything you'd

edge. The vibe was okay, but something was off. "I'll

her head down, eating quietly. Nicholas broke the silence. "Scarlette, why haven't you been answering my

juicy drama,

cool as a cucumber. "Since leaving the Greenard Group, I've been doing just fine on my own. I want to prove I don't need to ride on the company's coattails, so I'm keeping my

fruitcake for

looked to Scarlette. "We just had some the

fruitcake. "Don't worry, I used

could grab it, Nicholas tossed the fruitcake into the trash. Scarlette's brow furrowed as she set her fork down. "I need a

always chose the nice-smelling,

barely been outside for five minutes when Nicholas got up and followed her out. He didn't say a

showdown, and whispered to Dylan, "Mr. Dylan, I'm just gonna