Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 311

Clara was at a total loss, feeling a cold sweat break out on her forehead.

Dylan calmly pushed his glass aside, his voice cool and detached. "My father's probably going to want a word with you soon."

Clara had sworn to Walter earlier that she had no intentions toward Dylan. But Walter wasn't one to buy excuses easily. He definitely wouldn't believe her now.

She pressed her lips together, her mind racing for a way out. But it was clear there was no wiggle room here. She had to come clean.

"Mr. Dylan, I was just trying to get you out of a sticky situation. It seemed like you didn't want to be there either."

"Did I ask for your help?" he replied, his tone steady and oddly calm.

Clara was momentarily speechless because, well, he hadn't asked for help. She'd

on her own. If Walter

"So, what do I

speaking, Dylan was already maneuvering his wheelchair

quickly

into the elevator, and she had no choice but

the door closed behind them,

keep up. Dylan stopped and casually unbuttoned his shirt, noticing her trailing after him, and

"I'm changing."

afford to be Walter's target now, or the

to fend off those unwanted dates in the future. You wouldn't just let a handy tool like me slip away, right? Besides, when I said that earlier, you

given his consent when she made that claim. She didn't know him well, but the Dylan she'd met was

bed. He tilted his head slightly, his Adam's apple moving a little.

talk to him about