Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 183

She was so caught up in it all that she nodded off without even realizing it.

Meanwhile, downstairs, Simon had decided to stick around for dinner. The chef was still hustling in the kitchen, and Naomi eagerly pulled Quinn aside, asking if she was happy with the wedding dress they picked out today.

Quinn didn't look too thrilled and forced a response. "It was alright, Mom. I'm not feeling too great. I think I'll head upstairs to rest. Call me when dinner's ready, would you?"

"Sure thing, honey. You look a bit under the weather."

Quinn got up and made her way upstairs. Once back in her room, she started pacing. Simon's earlier attitude toward Clara in the car really got under her skin. Her face twisted in frustration. She couldn't put it off any longer; she needed to act

now.

Grabbing her phone, she made another call. "Tomorrow, I'll have Ryan take Clara out. I've arranged for someone to kidnap her. I'll make the first move, and if Clara's luck holds, it'll be your turn next. One of us has got to succeed eventually."

The voice on the other end just gave a simple, "Hmm."

When dinner rolled around, someone went to fetch Clara, but she stayed knocked out in her room.

In the meantime, her phone buzzed with a call. As soon as she answered, Calix's voice came through. "Clara, Hugh's mom just showed up here, acting all crazy."

Clara snapped awake, her eyes sharp and alert.

If June was really acting erratic, how did she manage to find the hospital so fast?

for now? I'll swing by in a couple

she'd let her stew for a

was tapping away on his computer. He glanced out at the darkening sky, waiting for something he

a few sleeping pills next to

lowered his gaze,

"I tried calling Clara, but she didn't

in two days and had deep shadows under

then asked, "What do you think she'll

question; Dylan often spoke in riddles. "Not sure. Clara's always

reach his eyes. "She's not headstrong; it's her icy

indifferent enough to make promises easily, then smile as she twisted the knife in

she'd try,

and treated him

few sleeping pills, and they

bedroom and flopped onto the sofa. She'd lain there a few times; it still carried

always noticed someone else's crush on her but wasn't interested enough to call it out. It was brutally honest. Even without her past memories, she saw

pulled out the towel she'd used, and draped it over himself. The

notification sound. He glanced

just remembered something. Am I about

sending it. Simply tossing the documents in Eden's face seemed too

minutes went by with no reply

ready to leave Ferguson Corporation, but