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

figured she'd

He glanced out at the darkening sky, waiting for something he couldn't

few sleeping pills next to him. "Boss, maybe give these

gaze, his typing

a breath. "I tried calling Clara, but she didn't pick up. Heard she's back at

the pills. He hadn't slept in two days and had deep

on his screen, then asked, "What do you

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

reach his eyes. "She's not

promises easily, then smile

she'd try,

and treated

sleeping pills, and

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

recalled Clara's words from earlier. Maybe she'd 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

she'd used, and draped it over

familiar notification sound. He glanced at it; it

just remembered something. Am I about to get a pink slip? Did

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

minutes went by with no reply

sat up in bed. She wasn't ready to