Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 425

Under Dylan's watchful eyes, a slender figure approached from the distance. In a world blanketed with white, the red in her hand stood out vividly.

Clara climbed into the car, brushing the snowflakes from her hair. She closed the door and casually handed him the sprig of holly she had broken off.

Dylan didn't immediately accept it. Instead, he examined the lingering snowflakes on its leaves.

Clara, thinking he might be bothered by the cold, started to shake off the snow when he asked, "What if this tree belongs to someone?"

Without a second thought, she replied, "Well, if I picked it for you, then you're its owner now."

Dylan was about to reach for it, but as her words sank in, his hand clenched involuntarily, the veins on his hand becoming prominent.

Noticing his sudden change in demeanor, Clara quickly asked, "What's wrong?"

He nodded slightly, took the holly, and with a soft "Thank you," his mood seemed to lighten visibly.

Relieved, Clara moved to the front seat and started the engine, fearing that this unpredictable man might next ask for a snowman. As the car purred to life, she caught a whiff of holly from the back seat.

"Mr. Dylan, do you like holly? It's quite unique. Most people only notice the white in winter, but who would expect such vivid red underneath, like..." She trailed off, sensing that she was verging on saying something inappropriate. Dylan himself was a bit like winter-aloof on the surface, yet surprisingly soft beneath it all.

"I do like it. No one's ever given me any before," he said, his tone mellow, yet he seemed a bit more alive.

him off. He seemed better now, more

signal, we should call the New York office to send a helicopter. The roads are blocked, and we can't stay here. You're

you worried about me?" he asked, his voice carrying an

Dylan felt off. Wasn't it natural to worry about him? They were in this together, after all—she couldn't let anything happen

Mr. Dylan, you were kind enough to bring me here. I can't let anything happen

place was just a ruin. If you'd told us earlier, we wouldn't have let you drag

brought the holly to his nose, smiling slightly.

Clara was momentarily speechless.

Dylan had stumbled upon it once and

gaze. He looked down at the holly, swaying

got trapped there as kids, and some things happened. I think I mentioned giving him holly?" The thought had come too quickly. She wasn't even sure it was real. She'd have to

many people like this flower, so your boyfriend

amused. "Mr.

briefly, almost

Clara quickly added, "Because you like this flower too, you

lowered his head, his fingers gently touching the petals. "Then you should stay

they finally got a phone signal. She had Dylan contact the New York office,

and outside, snow continued to fall. If they