Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 402

Aiden couldn't hold back any longer. "Ms. Clara, your car really wasn't-" he tried to explain, but Clara, too furious to even check the footage yesterday, cut him off.

"I know it wasn't Eden," Clara snapped. "Anything else? I'm not answering more questions until my lawyer's here." Her mood was sour after everything that had happened, and she wasn't about to be pleasant to anyone.

Aiden sighed, feeling a tightness in his chest. He glanced at Dylan, who was just staring intently at Clara. There was something deep and complicated in his eyes that Clara couldn't quite decipher, so she chose to ignore it.

Dylan suddenly doubled over, coughing, his face looking worse by the second. Aiden rushed to help him, while Eden, standing nearby, panicked.

"Dylan, are you okay? Don't scare me!" she cried out. To her, Dylan meant everything, and she forgot about her own injuries as she hurried after him.

Once they were in the car, Eden sat beside Dylan, her voice urgent. "Dylan, where does it hurt? We need to go to the hospital right now."

Dylan, pale and silent, stared out the window. From the driver's seat, Aiden couldn't help but chime in, "Ms. Eden, maybe if you caused less trouble, the boss wouldn't be like this."

dare she talk to you like that? Dylan, you're too nice to fight back. With her attitude, she should have

upset she became. Dylan, however, kept his gaze fixed on the passing scenery,

broke down, sobbing. "Dylan, do you like her or something? Are you

her rant when

heard wrong. She touched her forehead, "But Clara did this! I

his attention from the window to his

she noticed his weight loss. Was Dylan sick? "Dylan, are you really sick? Is it because of me? Did I upset you?

him, she'd be nowhere. Living comfortably and with his support in New York's high society, she

his attention, making her less significant. That fear was

well. He was a master at hiding his true desires, appearing calm when he wanted something most. It was only in the quiet of the night that

desperately to get his attention with her irritating behavior. As long as he tolerated her, it meant

with her cries, loud enough to almost lift the roof. Yet, Dylan remained unmoved, absentmindedly rubbing his wrist for