Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 178

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Nicholas didn't linger on Morgan for long before delivering a jab, "Your taste in men is as outdated as ever."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

off with a knowing look. "Morgan, you've never met her

"Alright, we'll join. Hope

Dylan, who nodded from

the brewing storm, so she quickly settled

and Morgan took seats together, while Nicholas

waiter knocked gently. "Ready to serve the

Silence.

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

then turned to Clara. "Anything you'd like in

vibe was okay, but something was off. "I'll have hatever

eating quietly. Nicholas broke the silence.

juicy drama, expecting to hear about a major falling-out

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

up some fruitcake for her,

some the other day. Why didn't you

the fruitcake. "Don't

grab it, Nicholas tossed the fruitcake into the trash. Scarlette's brow furrowed as she set her

in private. She always chose the

up and followed her out.

and whispered to Dylan, "Mr. Dylan, I'm

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