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."

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

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

much. I just got back to town and thought I'd catch up with old friends. You might not remember, but we were pretty close

was another message from Z, showing a fresh cut on his palm, a silent threat if she didn't

instantly, and she quickly dialed his number. He

"Sorry, Mr. Simon, I really have

Makes sense. You used to hate him, and now that you're finally warming up to him, he wouldn't want you to remember the old days and the person you

The person she truly loved? Everyone knew she'd chased after Simon for years.

you hated Dylan before. Trust me, if you get too

you so sure