Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 332

"Mr. Dylan, don't worry, there's still another bowl in the pot. I'll go get it." Clara tried to ignore the pain in her hand. Right now, she didn't have time to fuss over it.

As she turned to head back to the kitchen, Eden darted past her. "No, let me do it! You'll just mess up the dishes with your hands!"

Clara stumbled back a few steps, watching as Eden rushed into the kitchen. She gingerly touched her aching hand, staying put. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Dylan staring toward the kitchen. Was he lost in thought, or worried Eden might burn herself?

Dylan really did care about Eden.

Clara lowered her gaze, her heart skipping when she heard him ask, "Does it hurt?"

She blinked, a wave of emotion washing over her, making her eyes sting. "It doesn't hurt, Mr. Dylan. I'm really sorry."

Eden had been right earlier. With all her mess-ups, how did she still have the nerve to stand in front of Dylan?

up, his eyes meeting her face. She looked so small and vulnerable,

away, his voice calm. "The Bradford land has an underground river.

picked up the other plots but left

surprise, and she crouched down in front of Dylan. "Mr. Dylan, thank you so

the stars. It seemed to make him uncomfortable,

heart racing. Land with an underground river wasn't worth much. Everyone thought the Dawson family would grab all the plots, so they didn't bid on

no one else knew about the underground river. She still had a chance to find a fool to take

Greysen. He'd been eyeing the Bradford family for a while, secretly plotting with some company. If that was the case, finding someone to offload this on wouldn't be

at Dylan. "Once I sort this out, I promise to take you out to dinner, Mr.

he replied, still not

to find a stand-in. She hadn't realized how much it would hurt him, how it made a mockery of his feelings. But she didn't want to bring it up again. No point in making things awkward

leave, sending a message to Scarlette