Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 305

Clara strolled through the mall, picking out a simple gift she hoped Z would like. Just as she was about to head out, two bodyguards stepped in her path.

"Ms. Clara, our young master would like to have a coffee with you," one of them said.

She frowned, glancing over at the café where she spotted a man she didn't initially recognize. But it clicked soon enough-he looked a lot like Lincoln. This was Aaron, Lincoln's brother, recently back from abroad and rumored to be looking into Lincoln's disappearance.

Clara was about to say she was busy, but the bodyguard spoke up again. "Our young master prefers not to use force."

She sighed, her mood darkening, and walked over to Aaron. Unlike Lincoln's broody vibe, Aaron was all warmth and sunshine. The Fergusons were all blessed with good looks, but Aaron wore his effortlessly.

As Clara sat down, Aaron flashed a smile. "Clara, it's been a while. Simon mentioned you lost your memory and have been hanging out with Dylan a lot lately."

of juice her way, his voice calm and easy. "It's late.

suspicious it might be tampered with. "So, what's up, Mr.

old friends. You might

wasn't buying it and was about to fire back when her phone buzzed. It was another message from Z,

expression shifted instantly, and she quickly dialed his number. He didn't answer, letting

abruptly. "Sorry, Mr. Simon, I really have to go. Let's catch up another

him, and now that you're finally warming up to him, he wouldn't want you to remember the old

loved? Everyone knew she'd chased after Simon for years. Wasn't he

the glass in front of him. "Clara, I know why you hated Dylan before. Trust me, if

"Why are you so