Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 379

He felt like he was drowning in his own frustration, suddenly realizing that since their very first night together, he'd never once revealed his identity-not even his name. And the crazy part? She hadn't even bothered to ask!

Feeling irked, he shot her a message: "Do you know who I am?" But he quickly deleted it, thinking it didn't pack enough punch. He needed her to understand exactly what she was missing out on. Surely, there'd come a day when they'd cross paths again.

So, he typed out a new message: "You think I'm impressed by you? You're just average!" After hitting send, he exhaled deeply, waiting for her reply. But it was like his message vanished into thin air.

Jackson was about to lose it, wondering if this was her way of playing games to grab his attention. If that was the case, she'd nailed it. He'd never been treated like this before!

Meanwhile, when Kaitlyn saw the message, she calmly blocked him. They'd decided to move on, so why keep in touch? She turned back to the team of screenwriters in front of her, keeping a serious face.

"Revise this part. The damsel-in-distress thing isn't cutting it anymore. People want plot twists now," she said, tapping the script. Then she called Clara.

Clara was heading home and had texted Z to meet her there, saying she had a surprise for him. When Kaitlyn called, Clara's face lit up with a smile.

"Kaitlyn, what's up?"

ones in the works. If

hitting sixty million. With more opportunities coming

in, thanks so

favor. "When I'm free,

inside to silence, thinking Z wasn't there-but

as she walked towards the

the door. The curtains were drawn, casting shadows everywhere. Sitting on the bed, she caught a whiff of his body wash; he'd already

she reached for his wrist. "I got you something. Sorry for being distant lately

a bracelet on his wrist and headed for the bathroom. Soon, the sound of running water

fingers traced over the beads, lingering on each