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.

so passive. She raised her hands to

"Yeah."

immediately wanted to remove the blindfold, but he stopped her. "Don't look

medicine. Why are you out here with a fever? What if you faint? No wonder you've

soak in the hot tub, sweat it out. I didn't mean

fingers had already begun to undo her clothes. Her breathing hitched, and she turned her head to the side, but then remembered she couldn't see anything anyway, so she

Z, do you know what people say about your boss? They say he used to be

limp as she leaned further into him. She summarized what Scarlette had said and asked lazily, "Have you heard anything like

for a few

to sit on his lap, with only

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

No wonder he's so successful with the

his lap, resting her chin on his shoulder. The mischief of his fingers occasionally interrupted her speech. After a

he found her himself what a twist of fate. She

ended very

did it end poorly? Sensing her interest, his hand stroked her back as he spoke,

bit his shoulder lightly,