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."

the protective role, thinking she might have some hidden agenda with Dylan. She couldn't help but chuckle at the thought and quickly returned to her

an eyebrow, mentally giving himself a nod

The table was massive, designed for private, high-profile dinners, so there wasn't any room for small talk-or small

Nicholas 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

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

the dishes arrived, Clara eagerly introduced each one to Dylan, having done her homework on the ingredients

Dylan, this soup is said

off, "No talking

not appreciate her culinary commentary,

he actually disliked her dish introductions. She flashed a thankful smile at Nicholas. "Thanks for the heads up,

"Trying to win

aback. She'd heard Nicholas was notoriously hard to deal with, but at least he wasn't as harsh as Jackson. He might be sarcastic, but he wasn't hostile, just thinking she wasn't the right fit for