Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 250

She took a deep breath and softened her tone.

"I'm heading out to grab those matching mugs and slippers right away. Just give me an address, otherwise, how am I supposed to track you down later?"

Z, surprisingly quick this time, rattled off an address. It was pretty out there, almost like the back of beyond, outside the city limits.

Clara did a bit of sleuthing online about the place and found it was surrounded by rundown factories, looking all deserted and bleak.

Her heart twinged. Had he been working in the shadows all this time and still couldn't afford a decent place?

She kept her thoughts to herself, simply saying she'd swing by that evening.

It had been ages since she'd hit the shops, so she arranged a mall meet-up with Megan.

Megan was game, and they met up at the shopping center.

While wandering through the luxury section, Clara's eyes landed on an eye- wateringly expensive pair of slippers-two grand a pair, and they were a matching

set.

Megan, all dolled up for their outing, whistled softly when she saw them.

"Clara, don't you think that's a bit steep?"

Clara reached for the slippers, but someone else's hand swooped in faster, followed by a mocking voice.

They're not for those who'd have to starve for

to see Eden

a braid, and dark sunglasses, looking every inch

sneered, giving the slippers

she looks like she waits tables somewhere. Even if you can buy this stuff, I wonder where the money

her lip, her

Megan behind her, keeping her cool as

that a bit

threw the slippers at Clara, hitting her head,

every day, drove her into depression. And at Ferguson Corporation,

a beat, Clara swung her handbag

and she held her

Dylan fire

solo to pick up a gift for Dylan, and now she was sobbing her way

store entrance,

check out someplace else. Ms. Eden wasn't wrong, this

patted her shoulder. "It's all good. No one says you have to buy to look. Besides, I'm in a good mood since

smile, though her eyes showed

two pairs of matching slippers and spotted a few white shirts she

guessing he was at least six feet and solidly built. Megan trailed behind,

your boyfriend out for dinner sometime? My treat. I'm just curious to see what kind of guy

pretty self-conscious about it. If he's not up for it, I won't

guy, a waiter-hard to picture Clara with someone like that. Megan swallowed hard, "So,

for her stuff. "Seems like you're really curious about him. We've moved fast, done all the usual couple stuff, and we're really happy. But he does get riled up easily. Normally he's gentle, but when he's mad, he's a tough one to calm