Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 240

Clara stared at the flower in front of her, taking in the scene around her. The

fleeting memory that had just crossed her mind happened right here, and she was the main character. So, was this where she first met Z?

Her brow furrowed as she tried to pull more details from her memory, but the harder she tried, the more her head ached. Raising a hand to massage her temples, a pair of long fingers gently began to rub her temples for her.

Clara wanted to turn around, but the blindfold slipped over her eyes again. She sighed, "Feeling any better?"

"Yeah."

It seemed he wasn't fully recovered; otherwise, why would he be so quiet? She stayed still, waiting for him to tie the blindfold properly before turning around. "Have I been here before?"

As soon as she spoke, the grip on her wrist tightened painfully. She stayed silent, but he quickly realized, releasing her immediately. A red mark had already formed on her pale wrist.

He gently caressed the mark, trying to ease her pain. Sensing his guilt, Clara decided to change the subject. "Our first time was here, wasn't it?"

When she first walked in, the place seemed lovely. The fragmented memories she had were enjoyable, so how did it turn into a fight? The man stayed silent, just tracing her wrist.

Not knowing anything made her feel so passive. She raised her hands to touch his face and

"Yeah."

blindfold, but he stopped

here with a fever? What if you faint? No wonder you've been so quiet today, just like my boss, so silent.

Clara quickly realized her mistake and squeezed his wrist, "Let's soak in

his fingers had already begun to undo her clothes. Her breathing hitched, and she turned her head to the side, but then

shared earlier. "Hey, Z, do you know what people say about your boss? They say he used to be an undercover agent, but apart from that, no one really knows much about

shoulder, the pressure just right, making her body go limp as she leaned further into

paused for a

his lap, with only her

deepened, Adam's apple bobbing, as his fingers moved down to hold her.

sounds pretty legendary. No wonder he's so successful

of his fingers occasionally interrupted her speech. After a long pause, his

him with this story, yet he found her himself what a twist of fate. She smiled,

ended very

did it end poorly? Sensing her interest, his hand stroked her back as he spoke, "By the time he found her, it was too late. She had someone else, and... there were

lightly, "You