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..."

surely make a move. Sometimes, Aiden just couldn't figure out what

down, hearing footsteps approaching, knowing Clara was returning.

quite understand but chose

and meticulously wiped the spoon, offering, "Mr. Dylan, I noticed

meeting her gaze. Clara's intentions were obvious. Ignoring the food, he picked up

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

afternoon, Dylan put his pen down and took a sip of the soup. It had been reheated so many times that the taste

slight lift in his eyebrows giving

good mood. He glanced at Clara with sympathy; no matter

to his wheelchair. A sudden memory flashed through her