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..."

Walter would surely make a move.

returning. His lips curled slightly.

but chose not to

beside Dylan and meticulously wiped the spoon,

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

he'd already looked over. Meanwhile, the food on the tray grew cold. Clara reheated it again and again, repeating this cycle eight times

took a sip of the

a slight lift in his eyebrows giving

was in a good mood. He glanced at Clara with sympathy; no matter how clever she was, she couldn't match Dylan's subtle

finally eat, Clara exhaled in relief, her gaze lingering on the back of his neck before drifting to his wheelchair. A sudden memory flashed through her mind, a snippet of her speaking to someone: "He's dead;