Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 204

Clara's instincts were on high alert as she suddenly stood up, ready to make a quick exit. But with the room shrouded in darkness, she had no clue where the

door was.

The man wrapped his arms around her from behind, his chin resting lightly on her shoulder. His voice was calm, but there was a faint hint of something like wounded pride. "Did I make you uncomfortable?"

Her back went rigid, and she pressed her lips into a thin line. "Not really, it's just... we're not exactly close, and this feels a bit..."

"You really yanked on my hair earlier, it hurt."

Clara went quiet, feeling the urge to just drop to her knees and beg him to stop talking.

Today's mishap was just a tiny blip. Once she stepped out of this room, it would be best if they both just forgot it ever happened. There had to be something in whatever he gave her earlier that clouded her judgment, making it easy for him to kiss her for what seemed like hours.

Well, it all started with her joking about wanting something unconventional, completely setting herself up for this mess.

while he took her hand and placed it on his face. Though she couldn't see him, the sharp

time. I've

she really booked him before? That couldn't be.

she could feel the weight of his breath,

off her habit of trying to save those she thought

office, she couldn't bear to see him defeated by his leg injury. And now, in this strange situation, she

lowered her head and slowly pried his hands from her waist, like it was a slow-motion tug-of-war. Eventually, he seemed to give in

if this half-baked encounter painted her as

adjusted her dress, not saying

her, and she promised, "You can drop by and see

to spring. He grabbed her hand again,

had thought it over. She was single now, with no lingering ties to Simon or anyone else. Spending a bit of her energy on this man seemed

"Yeah."