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."

her grasp, hitting the floor as she stared in disbelief. Her heart was a storm of emotions, her face paling. Quickly, she bent to

she exited the office, she felt awkward, her body cold and stiff. 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

that time, Clara was tirelessly after

her 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.

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

pain in her head, like a needle drilling deeper. Why? Why did everything good seem to land

while no one was around. This was definitely going to tarnish Clara's reputation for good. When she pushed open the

the sight of Quinn. He barely managed a smile, "Quinn, why are you here? Is Clara's