Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 342

Clara had this uncanny ability to charm anyone she set her sights on; no one could escape the web she wove.

Dylan took his time finishing his steak and then looked up at the woman across from him, offering a polite, "I've got a meeting to catch, sorry about that."

The woman exhaled slowly, gesturing gracefully, "Please, go ahead."

Clara quickly whisked Dylan away. In the elevator, she pulled out a sanitizing wipe she had ready, crouched down beside him, and started wiping his hand.

Earlier, she'd applied lip gloss, leaving a faint imprint on the back of his hand.

She carefully wiped it away, using three wipes, before letting out a deep breath.

"All clean, Mr. Dylan. Really sorry about that earlier."

Dylan pulled his hand back, staying silent.

Worried she'd upset him, Clara quickly added, "I didn't have much choice; that woman was tough to handle."

Without her quick thinking, they wouldn't have gotten away with it.

floor, and as the doors opened,

narrowed sharply, like he'd caught them

on your

of all times? "I don't owe

Dylan, dressed like that, with marks on your neck? Is

louder, turning into

"Smack!"

Clara slapped him hard.

at the corner of his mouth, his throat tight

quickly, "What's

his neck, signaling for

complied, and he

remained calm, "Don't catch a

arrived to

two seem close. Is

even if she explained tonight's ordeal, Simon probably wouldn't get

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