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."

in small portions, even at the Ferguson family estate, where everyone used serving

a clean fork to serve him some food in a small dish and looked

so Clara bravely

eyes met Dylan's, she quickly looked away. Clara got it;

worked at Moonlight, where Dylan was a top client, she couldn't afford to be too familiar. The meal was pretty quiet, and when Clara saw Dylan eating slowly, she hurried to pour him a glass of

some juice? I heard the owner squeezed it

accepted the glass from her. Their fingers brushed slightly as she handed it over, and Clara jerked back, nearly dropping it. Dylan frowned, as if questioning

just worry my boyfriend might get upset.

with surprise and a hint of joy. "Clara, did you get back with Simon? I thought you couldn't let him

comes, I'll introduce him. He's just not into socializing

eyes shining. "That's wonderful! As long as you're happy,