Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 270

Simon was still casually wandering around the room, finally relaxing once he was sure there were no traces of another man.

"Clara, have you eaten? How about we go grab a bite together?"

"Simon, I have a boyfriend now. You should stop coming around; I don't want him getting jealous."

Simon's face turned beet red, shaking with frustration. Sure, he might not be in the high society league, but losing out to a waiter? Really? Seeing Clara's serious look just made him feel even more wronged.

"Do you have any conscience? I've gone through so much for you, and now you run off with a waiter? Are you that desperate? What's he got that I don't?"

Clara held back, resisting the urge to slap him, and instead pointed to the living room door.

"Just leave."

Simon pressed his lips together, dropping his head with a tinge of regret. He had promised to handle things better with her. Slowly, he backed out, throwing a look over his shoulder every few steps. Once downstairs, he kicked a trash can in frustration, then pulled out his phone to rally some friends for a drink.

Seated in a booth at The Moonlight Lounge, his anger simmered.

she actually told me to leave. Ha, must've hooked up with some waiter. I've probably hurt her too much before, or else

hearing him rant, thought he was talking about Quinn. Wasn't the thing with Quinn

Her not-so-great boyfriend hasn't shown up since she got sick, but she treats him like a treasure. It's like she's gone nuts." Finally, it dawned on the group-Simon was

you say Clara wasn't worth your time? You even joked about

back then, and we all remember how you

really good at this game, and you've

slowly. "She's got amnesia. Really doesn't remember anything about us, and now

with another bottle, drinking himself into oblivion. Seeing him passed out, his pals were

been the talk of the town, and rumors were Quinn hadn't been to the Bradford family company in ages. Yet, here she was,

she helped Simon to his feet,

was truly plastered, mumbling

Clara, I'm sorry for everything. I like you. Can't we

She was grateful to whoever called her tonight, or she wouldn't have been able to scoop up Simon. Recently, he'd been cold, not just canceling the wedding but

mysterious caller was right-if she didn't act, she'd be left in the dust. Her position in the Bradford family was already awkward; losing Simon

to her place, stripped them both, and snapped a few compromising photos, sending them to every group chat. Reputation be damned, as long as she could stay tied to Simon. It wasn't

couldn't let go of Dylan. If she couldn't have such an exceptional