Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 312

As soon as she left, Aiden quietly stepped into the room, standing respectfully in front of Dylan, his mind racing with thoughts. Those bodyguards were indeed Walter's, heading back to the Ferguson estate. If Dylan didn't step in, what Clara said would definitely reach Walter.

Aiden was there to gauge Dylan's reaction. He stayed silent, patiently waiting. But even after ten minutes, Dylan remained focused on his documents, the sound of his pen scratching against paper filling the room.

As fifteen minutes ticked by, Aiden tentatively asked, "Sir, should we intervene?"

Dylan paused, his pen still, eyes flickering briefly before he calmly replied, "No need."

"But..."

make a move. Sometimes,

approaching, knowing Clara was returning. His

understand but chose not to

meticulously wiped the spoon, offering, "Mr. Dylan,

gaze. Clara's intentions were obvious. Ignoring the food, he picked up his pen again,

on the tray grew cold. Clara reheated it again and again,

in the afternoon, Dylan put his pen down and took a sip of the soup.

a slight lift in his eyebrows giving

Clara with sympathy; no matter how clever she was, she couldn't match

lingering on the back of his neck before drifting to his wheelchair. A sudden memory flashed through her