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."

did he seem worse today? His weight leaned into her, making

to the size of a small stool, easy to tuck

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

didn't notice and settled into the driver's seat. Through the rearview mirror, she caught a glimpse of

in a good

was rare to see him so

it's because someone finally doesn't find me a

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

him ask,

hit the brakes, her cheeks warming with embarrassment. She'd been trying not to dwell on the odd events of

she bent over. How awkward. If she said no, Dylan might think she was the type to

a casual fling? Dylan was probably too reserved to get what

the wheel. "Still figuring that out." He leaned back, visibly more relaxed. "That's good. A healthy relationship can

focused on