Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 426

As the car came to a stop at Palm Bay, Clara was the first to hop out, ready to lend him a hand. But Dylan jerked his hand back, as if she'd shocked him.

Clara rolled her eyes. Just a bit ago, when he was all woozy from the heat, he'd been perfectly happy to hold her hand. Now that he was clear-headed, he seemed to be over it.

She stepped back, letting the Palm Bay staff take over.

Dylan got out of the car with their help, still clutching a sprig of cherry blossom. Clara's heart softened a little. Oh well, she thought, at least he and Z have the same taste.

"Mr. Dylan, I'm heading back now. Don't forget to take your meds and take care of yourself."

"Yeah."

He was already being wheeled inside, not even glancing back. Clara wasn't keen on sticking around to see his mood, so she made her way out.

Getting a cab from here was a pain.

Luckily, a car from Palm Bay pulled up soon, offering her a ride home. She gladly accepted; it was snowing, and the holidays were just around the corner.

*

Dylan, unusually chipper, called out

found one. But when Dylan placed the

"Find a nicer one."

at least a dozen vases, Dylan still wasn't satisfied, his mood shifting from

made some calls, requesting some high-end vases to

vase from a renowned sculptor arrived, one that had sold for millions at an

was a rare find,

his frown disappearing as he

vase with him to the

his brow, wondering why a million-dollar vase was merely "acceptable"

aside a ton of work

his bed on the second floor, so

That thought wiped the

suggested, "We could use advanced preservation techniques, make it

that it

resisted the urge to roll his eyes, already arranging

home, she was too wiped