Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 209

Clara slid into her car, still mulling over the advice about not rushing into decisions. Was it about love, or something else entirely? The day had been a whirlwind, leaving her drained.

When she drived home, she passed Ferguson Corporation and unexpectedly spotted Dylan. His head was lowered, and from afar, she couldn't quite read his expression.

Pulling over, she gave him a friendly wave. "Hey, Mr. Dylan, just off work? Need a lift?"

He looked up, then glanced aside. "Yeah, sure.”

There was an awkward vibe about him that Clara couldn't shake. She hopped out, ready to help him into the car, only to remember her ride didn't have the fancy features like his, such as an automatic sliding board. Talk about embarrassing.

He slightly dipped his head and asked, "Am I being a bother?"

Clara's conscience kicked in. She quickly rolled up her sleeves. "Not at all! Just a bit of manual labor involved. Can I help you in and stow the wheelchair?"

"Okay."

today? His weight leaned into her, making her

compacted down to the size of a small stool, easy to

the back seat and placed it by his feet. Dylan's eyes drifted to her neck, spotting something faint, before he

notice and settled into the driver's seat. Through the rearview mirror, she

to be in a good

rare to see him

it's because someone finally doesn't

mind him either, but to Dylan, it might all feel like

she heard him

warming with embarrassment. She'd been trying not to dwell on the

must've noticed the marks when she bent over. How awkward. If she said no, Dylan might think she was the type to fool around. But she hadn't

Dylan was

long pause, she tightened her grip on the wheel. "Still figuring that out." He leaned back, visibly more relaxed. "That's good. A healthy relationship can give you a boost at

focused on work