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.

the ground floor, and as the

narrowed sharply, like he'd caught them

what's on

a headache brewing; why now, of all times? "I don't owe you

you with Dylan, dressed like that, with

voice grew louder,

"Smack!"

Clara slapped him hard.

tasted blood at the corner of his mouth, his throat tight as if he wanted to say more, but then

turned quickly,

scarf off his neck, signaling for her to

instinctively complied, and he

calm, "Don't catch a

Aiden had arrived to pick

voice piercing the air again, "Wow, you two seem close. Is he really

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

at her,