Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 397

"Ever heard of the Dawson family from New York?" Kaitlyn's hands gripped the steering wheel a bit tighter. That reaction said it all—she knew exactly who they were.

Jackson smirked, deciding to keep quiet. But then Kaitlyn surprised him by turning around. "Are you from the Dawson family?"

"Yeah."

Her face fell, brows knitting together as if she was putting pieces together. Then, out of nowhere, she said, "Jackson, let's end this. Don't contact me again. Please get out of the car."

She pulled over, making it clear she wanted him out. Jackson was taken aback, staring at her. "You're throwing me out?"

Most people would jump at the chance to cozy up to someone from the Dawson family, not kick them out. Jackson was used to people clamoring for his attention, and here was Kaitlyn, doing the exact opposite.

Looking serious, Kaitlyn deleted all his contact info right in front of him. "It's better for both of us this way. If you're looking for a bed buddy, find someone else."

speak, just sitting there until her

out of the car, slamming

she drove off, not even hesitating. Clara, watching Jackson left on the sidewalk, wasn't sure if she should stop for him. But

Jackson was left in the

Clara couldn't hold back. "What

unfazed, casually brushing her hair back. "Nothing major. Just a bad choice I don't

with Kaitlyn? The love bites she'd seen on his neck flashed in her mind. They seemed so intense, and

Kaitlyn, didn't you say you were married? And you're still...?" This was a twist she

rubbed her temples, a hint of regret in her eyes. "You have to keep this quiet. My husband's pretty

a strict husband? Kaitlyn didn't seem the

sees me as this straight-laced, unromantic woman. Jackson

designed to be attractive, with charisma and power to spare. Being with Jackson