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."

really feel that way? Guilt tugged at her. His injury was her fault after all. She felt

bad guy.

We all look up to you. I saw your interview on Wall Street-you were amazing. Plus, you looked great doing it. By the way, aren't you in rehab? Will your leg

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

few moments of deep thought, she squeezed

in his eyes. Clara quickly let go of his hand. Nobody

the day or being someone's hero. Whenever Dylan seemed down about his

hand, "How long will

all the details, your leg

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

her hand for a few minutes before slowly

up quickly, "I won't, but I've really

her next mission: to find the guy who kept pestering the Bradford family for money. He was the key to