Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 298

When Clara came to, she realized she was already back at the hotel.

She could hear Eden sobbing, "Dylan, please, don't be mad at me, okay?"

Through the door, Dylan's voice was chilly, yet there was a touch of indulgence mixed in.

"Just this once."

Eden instantly brightened up, "I knew you wouldn't stay mad at me! Dylan, when are we heading back to the city? Clara's been asleep forever, it's so irresponsible!"

Clara was fuming. This whole mess was totally Eden's doing, but since Dylan wasn't holding her accountable, Clara didn't feel she had any right to argue.

Her head was pounding as she checked her phone and saw she had been out for two days straight.

As soon as she got up, she heard the sound of wheels. Dylan pushed open the door and entered.

Remembering the kiss, Clara took a deep breath, trying to stay calm and collected.

"Mr. Dylan, I've made up my mind. Once we're back in the city, I'm planning to resign. Anna still needs me, and I intend to spend some time at the Bradford family's company."

The sound of the wheelchair halted abruptly; he remained seated, unmoving.

Clara turned, offering him a polite smile. "I hope you'll approve, Mr. Dylan."

His throat moved with difficulty, his fingers gripping the wheelchair handles tightly. All his emotions simmered beneath the surface, but Clara could still sense a chill.

"Why?" he asked.

"It's just to avoid any awkwardness. After what happened, I can't just act like nothing did. Plus, I have a feeling Cedric will soon have you meeting someone new. The Ferguson family's had a lot going on lately; it's time for some good news."

was brought back, Dylan and his team went to explore the island, negotiating the project

but it also meant she could head

pick up on any other emotions, but when she talked about quitting, she

veins in his

long pause, he turned away, his voice hoarse,

you, Mr. Dylan. I'm planning to take the train back. I'll

but he just grunted in

Clara let out a deep

fever had subsided, leaving her with stark memories of that

breath mingling with hers, the pressure of his fingers on her chin, his dark, brooding eyes

a recipe for disaster; it was better to leave sooner rather than

dinner, Aiden couldn't hold back his

and the boss

What place did she have to

I'd resign once we

full of concern and hesitation, then asked, "Do you really have to leave? Ferguson Corporation pays well, and the boss treats you nicely. Did something happen on the

unease

"Clara."

"Hmm?"

to

when he can't sleep. You promised him

I have something to do now. I

"Clara!"

worried, wanting to follow her,

figure

back to the hotel, packed her things, and rushed to the station to catch a