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?

small and vulnerable,

has an underground river. It's not good for building,

Dawson family picked up the other plots

lit up with surprise, and she crouched down in front of Dylan. "Mr. Dylan, thank

than the stars. It seemed to make him uncomfortable, and he turned his head

Dawson family would grab all the plots, so they didn't bid on this

had a chance to find

of Greysen. He'd been eyeing the Bradford family for a while, secretly plotting with

as she looked at Dylan. "Once I sort this out, I promise to take

still not meeting

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

leave, sending a message to Scarlette to release Greysen