Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 201

He turned and walked out of the office, determined to eventually catch Dylan's clever maneuvers.

Clara was getting pretty tired of Simon's constant gossip, which made things awkward between her and Dylan.

As she turned to leave, she noticed Dylan trying to stand up, but he accidentally knocked over his coffee cup, spilling it all over his suit pants. He frowned a bit, awkwardly bending down to clean up the mess.

Clara quickly stepped in, grabbing some tissues from the desk to help out. "Mr. Dylan, please sit down. Let me take care of this." His leg was clearly bothering him, but he didn't seem like the type to ask for help.

Dylan slowly sat back down, watching her carefully as she cleaned up the spill.

Clara tossed the tissues in the trash and grabbed a mop to wipe up the coffee on the floor. Just as she was about to put the mop away, she heard him speak.

"Ever since my leg got messed up like this, I feel like a burden."

must've heard wrong. Could someone as strong as Dylan really feel that way? Guilt tugged at her. His injury was

bad guy.

up to you. I saw your interview on Wall Street-you were amazing. Plus,

already cleaned the coffee cup and set it beside him. Dylan's

felt a wave of anxiety. If it didn't improve, it was all on her. After a few moments of deep thought, she squeezed his hand

of something unreadable in his eyes. Clara quickly let go of his hand. Nobody could handle seeing a strong man show

to save the day or being someone's hero. Whenever Dylan seemed down about his leg, she felt like she deserved the

hand, "How long will you take care of

your leg is my concern." She felt a twinge of guilt, adding, "You

with a kitten's paw. She felt like she was

toyed with her hand for a few minutes before slowly

quickly, "I won't,

pestering the Bradford family for money. He was the key