Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 213

Dylan looked up at her, catching her profile in the light. She'd only said that to get under Quinn's skin, not realizing the stir it might cause in others' hearts.

As she continued wiping down the counter, a long, slender hand reached over, gently tucking her hair behind her ear.

She froze, turning to face him. Dylan flashed a sudden smile. "How about we grab lunch together?"

Clara's hands paused mid-air as she forgot to respond. Then it hit her-she'd promised to be at his beck and call until his leg healed. With a slight delay, she nodded, "Sure, sounds good."

the words left her mouth, Quinn, who'd been standing across the room, let out a startled gasp. The file she was holding slipped from her grasp, hitting the floor as she stared in disbelief. Her heart was a storm of emotions, her face paling. Quickly, she

Suddenly, she remembered the day Dylan showed up at Clara's college graduation. Everyone thought he was just passing through, but then he and Clara got into a car accident, and he hurt his leg. He

Clara

palms, a metallic taste of blood in her mouth. She once thought Dylan let it go because of Simon, but Dylan seemed distant towards Simon. In fact,

family gala she attended. Dylan was the center of attention, and when he spoke to her, she thought he was interested. But she overlooked Clara, who stood absentmindedly beside her. Whenever Dylan spoke, his eyes were on Clara. Clara just didn't seem to care

in her head, like a needle drilling deeper. Why? Why did everything good seem to land in Clara's lap? Did Clara really deserve it? Damn

the hospital, planning to deal with Ryan while no one was around. This was definitely going to tarnish Clara's reputation for good.

excited at the sight of Quinn. He barely managed a smile, "Quinn, why