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, her nose

looked away, his voice calm. "The Bradford land has an underground river. It's

family picked up the other plots but left

she crouched down in front of Dylan. "Mr. Dylan, thank

stars. It seemed to make him uncomfortable, and

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

the underground river. She still had a chance to find a

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

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

replied, still

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.

message to Scarlette to release Greysen