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.

time, and she actually told me to leave. Ha, must've hooked up with some waiter. I've

drinking buddies, hearing him rant, thought he was talking about Quinn. Wasn't

even bothering? Her not-so-great boyfriend hasn't shown up since she got sick, but she

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

were all over Quinn back then, and we all remember how you treated

gotten really good at this

Really doesn't remember

him passed out, his pals were at a loss, eventually calling the

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

stayed soft as she helped Simon to his feet, leading him outside. "Simon, I'm here to take

was truly plastered, mumbling incoherently as they

while, he kept calling out, "Clara, Clara, I'm sorry for everything.

face twisted with 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

be left in the dust. Her position in the Bradford family was already awkward; losing Simon was not

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 about love; marrying

If she couldn't have such