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."

than he appeared. She'd seen him manage a slow walk before, so why did he seem worse today? His weight leaned into her, making her cheeks flush with the effort. Around Dylan, she often bit off more than she could chew, ending up in awkward

carefully folded his wheelchair. It compacted down to

feet. Dylan's eyes drifted to

the driver's seat. Through the rearview mirror, she caught

in a good

was rare to see him so

it's because someone finally doesn't find me

others likely didn't mind him either, but to Dylan, it might all feel like transactional exchanges, drawn by his status and power. At those

this, she heard him ask,

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

she said no, Dylan might think she was the type to fool around. But she hadn't even seen the guy's

fling? Dylan was probably too reserved to get what

a long pause, she tightened her grip on the wheel. "Still figuring that out." He leaned back, visibly

focused