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."

he appeared. She'd seen him manage a slow walk before, so why did he seem worse today? His

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

drifted to her neck, spotting something faint, before he quickly looked

didn't notice and settled into the driver's seat. Through the rearview mirror,

in a good mood

see him

Maybe it's because someone finally doesn't

him either, but to Dylan, it might all feel like transactional exchanges, drawn by his status and power. At those

she heard him ask, "Got

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

bent over. How awkward. If she said no, Dylan might think she was the type to fool around. But she hadn't even seen the guy's face. He's hardly

fling? Dylan was probably too reserved to get

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

focused on