Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 326

Simon froze, his whole body going stiff as his face turned pale. Clara picked up the clothes from the ground and tossed them back to him. "These clothes cost a fortune. Try not to waste them. Everything you're spending is coming from the Ferguson family, and you haven't even started earning your own money yet."

Her words hit him like a punch to the gut, wiping out the last trace of color from his face. Holding the clothes tightly, he turned away, feeling defeated. As he opened the car door, he couldn't help but ask, his eyes burning, "Clara, who is your boyfriend? Can I at least meet him?"

He just needed to know what he lacked. Even if he was a failure, could he really be worse than a waiter? Clara just closed her eyes. "Why do you want to meet him? He doesn't like meeting people."

A waiter who avoids people? Yeah, right. He probably looks awful and doesn't want to embarrass Clara. But Clara was never short of handsome guys around her. Even her younger brother Ryan was quite the looker.

Simon got into the car, slamming the door shut. He was determined to find out who this so-called boyfriend was.

After he left, Clara waited until nine when Dylan's car finally arrived. She didn't even bother to call out, knowing he was probably still upset. The car stopped in front of her, and a voice came through the slightly open window. "Get in."

moment but quickly opened the door and got in. She was chilled to the bone, and the warmth inside the car made her shiver slightly

even glancing at her. But Clara noticed the dark circles under his eyes had deepened. Though they didn't take away from

main residence at Palm Bay. She got out first, opening the door for him. Dylan was wheeled

organizing his papers until Aiden came in, holding a bottle of medicine. "Sir, this was shipped overnight

took the bottle, and swallowed a pill with some water. Clara was curious. Was it for insomnia? It didn't look like a sleeping

Aiden out into the hallway, grabbing his arm. "Aiden, is

turned cold again, brushing her hand off. "That's none of

her mistake, "Is Mr. Dylan's insomnia worse

bitter laugh, "Thanks to your little gift,

seeing his past love's face had upset Dylan, making it even harder for him to