Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 210

Clara parked her car outside the main house in Palm Bay and immediately called Aiden. While she waited for him to answer the door, Dylan asked, "What does your boyfriend like?" She felt a bit awkward because she wasn't sure. "He's not exactly my boyfriend yet. We're still figuring things out. It's a bit complicated," she explained, hinting that it was best not to press further.

As Dylan headed inside, he tossed a remark over his shoulder, "Make sure you treat him well. There are plenty of players out there, and you're definitely not one of them."

It felt like he was giving her an unexpected compliment, one that left her slightly puzzled. Dylan was unusually chatty tonight. Usually, he was the type to just nod along, but now he was urging her to be serious about her relationship.

Clara found the whole exchange a little odd, but once she was back in her car, she couldn't help but chuckle. Dylan had this quirky, awkward vibe that was oddly endearing.

What she really needed right now was to get home and catch some sleep. Once she got home, her phone buzzed with a friend request. The profile picture was just a black square, revealing nothing at all. Intrigued, she accepted. Instantly, a message popped up: [It's only been a few hours, and I already miss you.] It had to

be him.

she decided not to reply. But just as she was about to drift off to sleep, another message came through: [Am I bothering you?] This one made her feel bad, pulling her out

a shower and missed it,] she replied, sitting up

almost immediate: [When will you visit me? You said

a loss for words. In that dimly lit setting, she had been swept away by his presence, agreeing to things she hadn't fully considered. But now, with a clearer

you doing?" she

second's pause. Her cheeks warmed, and she

light. "I was in a car accident and lost my memory, so I don't remember your name or what you look like. It was so dark today, I couldn't see you clearly. So, tell me, what's your name? What do you look like? Send me a picture so I

looks is fine; I'm not much to look at," he

handsome. His voice had a low, masked quality. "When I'm ready, I'll let you see my