Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 432

She immediately thought about that drink. At a party this big, getting it directly to her was no simple feat.

Scanning the room, her eyes quickly found a familiar face-Simon. As soon as he spotted her, he made a beeline in her direction.

"Clara, are you okay? You look a little off."

Clara opened her mouth to respond, but then a sudden wave of heat hit her, like thousands of little ants crawling all over her skin. The itch felt like it was coming from deep inside her bones, and no amount of scratching could ease it.

She lowered her gaze and shook her head. With so many people from their circle present, clinging to Simon would only fuel the gossip mill, branding her as desperate for his attention.

Instinctively, she turned to find a quiet corner to hide. But Simon reached out and caught her wrist.

up? If you're not feeling well, let me

argue. She desperately

pushed him away. "Keep

history, any interaction between them was bound to attract attention, and sure

the brink of a meltdown, Clara was about to grab a glass and smash it, hoping the shards might snap her back to reality. But Simon just straightened his jacket and said, "Clara, let

her again. Clara could feel the chaos

nowhere, the massive crystal chandelier above flickered and the room plunged into darkness. The loud crash of something heavy falling-maybe the champagne tower-grabbed

The person hesitated, then quickly wrapped

lights flickered back on, Clara was nowhere

there, his expression dark. Whoever it was had moved too fast for him

the first floor, he hurried upstairs, only to