Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 352

Clara was feeling better too, but then he asked, "Is there really something between you and your boss, Dylan?"

"No way, we're just too different. I don't have feelings for him, though I do respect his business skills."

After the recent incident, she realized her place more clearly. She used to think she might be a bit different from other women, but that $500,000 check was like a wake-up call, snapping her back to reality.

"Z, my thing with him is strictly business. If you've heard any rumors, they're not true. I'm just focused on making the Bradford Group succeed; otherwise, I wouldn't bother with Mr. Dylan."

The arm around her waist tightened a bit, almost squeezing the air out of her.

She sighed, thinking it was his insecurity flaring up again, feeling like he couldn't compete with Dylan.

She gave his hand a reassuring pat.

That night, they didn't do anything but just held each other and drifted off to sleep.

When Clara woke up, she noticed some snacks on the bedside table and a note he left.

- Until next time.

She smiled, noticing her phone was back too.

she

[Until next time.]

how bad her injuries were, she was almost healed after just a few days,

that Greysen's shares were transferred

Ryan, but

hadn't expected her

gave them a

Ryan been at

look well. We don't know if he's been burning the midnight oil

frowned, a bad

but after ten

the door code. She let

morning, startled to

"Clara."

over, not spotting

you haven't been to work in two days. What's going

to catch up on some coursework. Couldn't miss it, so I spent

out a breath of relief and asked,

weird when he handed over the shares, and Clara was worried he might be plotting something, but

"No, he hasn't."