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?

please keep her there for now? I'll swing

if June was genuinely unstable, Clara figured she'd let her stew for a bit-impatience tends to unravel

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

knocked and walked in, placing a few sleeping pills next to him. "Boss, maybe give these a

gaze, his typing

didn't pick up. Heard she's back at the Bradford

in two days and

continued studying the data on his screen, then asked, "What

often spoke

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

indifferent enough to make promises easily, then smile as

enough to say she'd try, then

and treated him like a

pills,

Dylan headed to his bedroom and flopped onto the sofa. She'd lain there

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

it over himself. The sharp ache in his

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

something. Am I about to get

tossing the documents in Eden's face seemed too

with

ready to