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.

what's up? If you're not

already spinning, and she didn't have the energy to argue. She desperately needed someone to hold her; this drug was

stepped closer, but Clara pushed him

stumble back. Given their history, any interaction between them was bound to attract attention, and sure

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 me help you get

her again. Clara could feel the

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 everyone's attention,

a familiar presence beside her. Without thinking, she leaned into it. The person hesitated, then

back on, Clara was

it was had moved too fast for him to react. His eyes darted around, trying to figure out where Clara

on the first floor, he hurried upstairs, only to