Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 325

The next morning at six, his car cruised past her. Clara had been on her feet all night, and though exhaustion weighed heavily on her, her eyes sparkled when she saw him.

"Mr. Dylan..." she called out, but the car didn't even slow down.

With a sigh, she resumed her vigil. She waited until afternoon, standing in the biting cold of a New York winter. Her feet felt like blocks of ice as the temperature continued to drop. Snow began to fall again, and she sniffled, knowing she couldn't leave until Dylan's anger had melted away.

Somehow, Simon caught wind of her standing outside Dylan's place in Palm Bay and showed up in no time, his voice laced with irritation when he saw her.

"Clara! What on earth are you doing here? Why are you camped outside Dylan's house?"

Ever since his last run-in with Jacob, Simon was convinced Clara had feelings for him. But her silence left him unsure, leading to countless rants to his rowdy group of friends.

In the past, they all sneered at Clara, seeing Simon's devotion as a joke. They'd often egg him on. Lately, though, Simon's attitude shifted. Whenever he got drunk, Clara's name was the only thing on his lips, muttering about love and loss.

"How could she just stop loving me? Did she ever really love me at all?"

"Is Jacob just a placeholder? Am I? Are we both?"

I'm Simon! I'm decent-looking and loaded. Clara must be blind to treat

table, while his friends, always quick to back him up, joined in on

time on her? There are plenty of better women in New York. If you're unhappy, let's

Clara. It's my fault. I was foolish to fall

He could criticize Clara, but no one

red from the cold and angrily started

with you

to drape his coat over her

ready to lash out, but he bit his tongue, remembering he was trying to win her

my stand-in? If you still care for me, let's quit this back-and-forth and get married. I'll

light up, imagining a future with Clara. She had always been good to him, and her cooking was amazing. A life with

it a hundred times-I don't like

and he tried once more to wrap his coat

a memory flashing in

he was upstairs with Quinn, who was pretending to be sick, ignoring her calls. Clara had waited

her past self. To put an end