Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 231

Megan nodded and headed to the kitchen. Clara sat down next to Dylan and took her time sterilizing his silverware with hot water. To break the awkward silence, she decided to strike up a conversation.

"Mr. Dylan, have you been sleeping better lately? I noticed those dark circles are almost gone. Did you find a better sleeping pill?”

Dylan did look much healthier these days, and his usual aloof vibe seemed to have eased a bit. He glanced at the bowl she nudged toward him and gave a simple, "Mmm."

Clara thought it was nearly impossible to have a real chat with him since his responses were usually just grunts. Just then, Megan brought out the food.

Clara noticed there were eight dishes, which seemed a bit much, so she tried to get Megan to join them. But Megan shot a quick look at Dylan and declined.

"No, thanks. I don't think Mr. Dylan would be too comfortable with that."

suddenly remembered how Dylan liked his meals in small portions, even at the Ferguson family

food in a small dish

stayed silent, so Clara bravely pulled Megan to sit

her eyes met Dylan's, she quickly looked away. Clara got it; Dylan's presence was a

was a top client, she couldn't afford to be too familiar. The meal was pretty quiet, and when Clara

some juice? I heard the

over, and Clara jerked back, nearly dropping it. Dylan frowned, as if questioning

just worry my boyfriend might get upset. Even though he listens to me, he's not

hint of joy. "Clara, did you get back with Simon?

chance comes,

wonderful! As long as you're happy,