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.

of him. Dylan remained calm, looking up with a serene expression. "Do you need something?" he

now that Dylan was calm, his demeanor towards

heard Quinn had

matters, another woman's voice interrupted from behind. "Excuse me, but this is

woman, impeccably dressed, staring at her with hostility. But her expression softened when she met Dylan's gaze. "Mr. Dylan, is she here for

reply, his fingers slowly tracing the edge of his glass. Clara was about to stand, but seeing his unreadable expression, she decided

eyes widened in shock, turning to Dylan. "Mr. Dylan,

her face paling, lips quivering as she reluctantly left. Once she was gone, Clara relaxed, letting