Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 310

After stepping out of the taxi at the hotel, Clara made a beeline for the restaurant, but Dylan was nowhere to be seen in the lobby. She had to ask a server for directions, who quickly pointed her to the restaurant he was in.

As she rounded the corner, Clara spotted Dylan sitting across from a woman in a striking red dress. The woman leaned in, chatting animatedly, her back radiating confidence and charm. Dylan, however, seemed unfazed, his lashes lowered, maintaining a cool composure.

Clara hesitated, her instinct telling her to turn back, thinking she might be intruding on a date. But then the woman turned, her eyes landing on Clara with a sudden change of expression. Before Clara could grasp what was happening, the woman grabbed her purse, sauntered over, and gave Clara a dismissive once- over. "Not much to look at," she sneered, before storming off, her heels clacking angrily on the floor.

Clara stood there, momentarily stunned, until her eyes met Dylan's. Turning back now felt unnecessary. Seeing his table now empty, she walked over and took a seat.

noticing the lipstick mark on the glass in front of him.

have been just a fleeting moment, and now that Dylan was calm, his demeanor towards her seemed distant. Her own restless thoughts

small smile, Clara felt a wave of relief. "Mr. Dylan, I heard Quinn had a deal with Anderson Enterprises. Do you know anything

about to delve into sensitive business matters, another woman's voice interrupted from behind. "Excuse me, but this is my

her with hostility. But her

slowly tracing the edge of his glass. Clara was about to stand, but seeing his unreadable expression, she decided to stay seated, smiling at the woman. "No, I'm not in the wrong seat. Sorry, but we're

Dylan, is that true?" Dylan's lips curled into a

as she reluctantly left. Once she was gone, Clara relaxed, letting out a breath she didn't know she