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.

it? My back's still sore from last time, and she actually told me to leave. Ha, must've hooked up with some waiter. I've probably hurt her too much before, or else her tastes wouldn't have changed so much. She used to love handsome

thought he was talking

then slumped over, sobbing. "Clara's out of her mind. Why am I even bothering? Her not-so-great boyfriend hasn't shown up since she got sick,

worth your time? You even joked about setting off fireworks if she

you were all over Quinn back then, and

at this game, and you've fallen

his drink, shaking his head slowly. "She's got amnesia. Really doesn't remember anything about us, and now she slaps me for

another bottle, drinking himself into oblivion. Seeing him passed out, his pals were at a loss, eventually calling the

turned up, and everyone exchanged curious glances. That video had been the talk of the town, and rumors were Quinn hadn't been to the Bradford family

Simon to his feet,

mumbling incoherently as they

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

anger. 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 refusing to see her,

she didn't act, she'd be left in the dust. Her position in the Bradford

sending them to every group chat. Reputation be damned, as long as she could stay tied to Simon. It wasn't about love; marrying into the Ferguson family meant regular access to

of Dylan. If she couldn't have such an