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."

so why did he seem worse today? His weight leaned

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

and placed it by his feet. Dylan's eyes drifted to her neck, spotting something faint,

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

seem to be in

see him so openly

that so? Maybe it's because someone finally

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

she heard him ask,

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

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

a casual fling? Dylan was probably too reserved to

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

Dylan—always focused on work