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?

face. She looked so small and

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

family picked up the

and she crouched down in front

than the stars. It seemed to

grab all the plots, so they didn't bid on this one. But the Dawson family skipped

still had a chance to find a

with some company. If

sort this out, I promise to take you out to

he replied, still not

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.

message to Scarlette to release Greysen