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."

back, Dylan and his team went to explore the island, negotiating the project details for a whole day and

it all, missing everything, but it also meant she could

any other emotions, but when

the veins in his hands standing

a long pause, he turned away, his

to take the train back. I'll get my ticket soon and might

stiffened, but he just

let out a deep breath and

subsided, leaving her with stark

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

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

Aiden couldn't

the

guard. What place did she have to fight with

I'd resign once

of concern and hesitation, then asked, "Do you really have to leave?

unease crossed

"Clara."

"Hmm?"

you go to the Bradford family,

can't sleep. You

I have something to

"Clara!"

genuinely worried, wanting to follow her, but Clara

the distant figure

to the hotel, packed her things, and rushed