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?

looked up, his eyes meeting her face. She looked so small and vulnerable, her nose a little red, her

Bradford land has an underground river. It's not good for building, but only

picked up the

surprise, and she crouched down in front of Dylan.

eyes was more dazzling than the stars. It seemed to

Land with an underground river wasn't worth much. Everyone thought the Dawson family would grab

river. She still had a chance to find a fool to take it off

a while, secretly plotting with some company.

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

he replied, still

her crazy decision 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

sending a message to