Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 365

Clara was feeling a bit on edge with Nicholas's eyes glued to her. His expression kept shifting from frowning to pursing his lips, leaving her guessing at his thoughts. She felt like she was under a microscope.

The whole room seemed to chill, and when she glanced over, she noticed Dylan wasn't looking his best. He was pale, sipping water constantly, and his wrist was tense around the glass.

Without hesitation, she got up and went over to him. “Mr. Dylan, are you feeling okay?"

Dylan just lowered his gaze, his hands wrapped around the cup. "I'm fine."

Clara knew him well enough to realize that even if he wasn't fine, he wouldn't bother saying much about it.

Leaning in a bit, she whispered, "Is it your stomach? There's a pharmacy nearby. I can grab some meds for you."

Before Dylan could respond, Nicholas tapped the table. "Ms. Clara, please sit down and keep some distance from Dylan."

thinking she might have some hidden agenda with

eyebrow, mentally giving himself a nod of approval. He figured someone like Clara wasn't right for Dylan. With him

feet between her and Dylan. The table was massive, designed for private, high-profile

sneered, "Don't think I'm unaware of your game. It's better to drop it. I've heard all the rumors flying around. Did you start them? Walter's still setting up dates for Dylan, which means he's not

low, just for Clara to hear. Clara just smiled, closing the menu calmly. "Mr. Nicholas, I know

one to Dylan, having done her

soup

off, "No talking

appreciate her culinary commentary,

her dish introductions. She

again, "Trying to win me over won't

deal with, but at least he wasn't as harsh as Jackson. He might be sarcastic, but he wasn't hostile, just thinking