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?

keep her there for

figured she'd let her stew for a bit-impatience tends to unravel the

He glanced out at the darkening

pills next to him. "Boss,

lowered his gaze, his typing

she didn't pick up.

the pills. He hadn't slept in two

screen, then asked, "What do you think

question; Dylan often spoke

smirked, but it didn't reach his eyes. "She's not

indifferent enough to make promises easily, then smile as

say she'd try, then

that way and

sleeping pills, and they crumbled in his

sofa. She'd

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 things so clearly. The scent on the sofa was

the towel she'd used, and draped it

with a familiar notification sound. He glanced at it; it was a message from

Am I about to get a pink

tossing the documents in Eden's face

with

She wasn't ready to leave Ferguson Corporation,