Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 341

Clara playfully leaned against Dylan's arm, as if she had just noticed the woman sitting across from them.

"Dylan, who's this?" she asked with a teasing smile.

The woman glared, biting her lip hard before slamming her knife and fork onto the table. "I was about to ask you the same thing. Who are you?"

"Oh, I'm Dylan's girlfriend. We just made it official. Dylan, want some steak?" Clara replied, cool as ever, spearing a piece and holding it up to his lips.

Dylan hesitated, so Clara leaned in and whispered urgently, "Come on, Mr. Dylan, play along or the gig is up."

With a quick glance at her scarf, something unreadable flashed in Dylan's eyes. He tried to turn away, but Clara gently cupped his face, guiding him back with a playful persistence.

her hands resting on his cheeks,

and he reluctantly took a bite. She had no other choice; she feared him

feeding him, Clara turned to

a deliberately seductive style but an undeniable sharpness in her demeanor. She narrowed her eyes, noticing Dylan's downcast

the time. Let's

faltered at

"Aren't you two a couple?

this woman would be a

like a

wine smugly. "Dylan, where did