Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 241

As she stepped out of the hot spring, she spotted a fresh set of clothes neatly draped on a nearby chair, just her size. Taking her time, she got dressed and took a moment to relax. The soak had left her feeling rejuvenated, as if every pore had been cleansed and her mind was sharper than ever.

She reached for her phone to send him a message but noticed one from Scarlette instead, asking about her whereabouts. She hadn't realized an entire hour had slipped by.

Hastily, she got up to leave, but as she rounded a corner, she bumped into a man coming from the opposite direction. He was tall, with a commanding presence, and wore a silver mask. Unlike Dylan's cool and reserved demeanor, this man had an aura that was sharp and dangerous, like a blade ready to strike.

Clara winced from the impact, quickly muttering an apology before ducking into the elevator. The man didn't follow; instead, he disappeared into the shadows.

As the elevator descended, Clara rubbed her still-tender nose, feeling a strange sense of déjà vu about the masked man.

finally spotted Scarlette waiting at the entrance. Scarlette's eyes were bright with curiosity.

someone a guy with a silver

only one gutsy enough to wear a silver mask here is the

surprised. Was he really that

couldn't shake her worry for Z. Noticing her distracted mood, Scarlette teased, "What's up? Who

neck. Clara hadn't noticed the mark before. After getting out of the hot spring, she hadn't checked the mirror. Now, she quickly covered it

for a moment before speaking. "It wasn't Simon, was it? If so, that's a dealbreaker. I've heard Simon's in

years of persistence were finally paying off? Clara sighed, her

those 'special service' waiters? Clara, you know they're all charm. You didn't fall for some sweet talk, did you? No wonder you liked Simon;