Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 433

Recently, Aaron had been dealing with some mysterious injuries and was in the process of recovering from a pretty serious wound. He didn't seem keen on talking about it, though; his mood turned somber, and he went quiet.

Meanwhile, Simon was wandering around the second floor, feeling lost. Most of the rooms were private, and he had no clue which door he should knock on.

Clara, on the other hand, suddenly found herself in an unfamiliar room. She leaned heavily against the door, her eyelashes fluttering with each breath. She realized the person beside her wasn't Z, and instinctively moved to push them away. But as soon as her hand met the stranger's skin, a hidden longing sparked to life. She didn't mind the closeness at all.

She tried to make out the stranger's face, but the dim light made it impossible. Taking a deep breath, she gathered herself and attempted to move forward. Instead, she accidentally pushed the door open, stumbling back into the room full of guests.

Behind her, a man's voice said, "I'll have someone take you home." The sound of a wheelchair approaching was unmistakable, and a gentle hand rested on her wrist. "Don't open the door, they'll see you."

the warmth of his touch was almost intoxicating. Their eyes locked; his gaze was cool yet

saying something that sent her mind spinning. By the time she snapped back to reality, she was sitting on his lap, cradling his face, kissing him with an intensity that surprised even her. Her

away, Clara wasn't having it; she pulled him back. The room fell silent, the open door revealing their unexpected display to everyone outside. Shocked murmurs and the sound of shattering glasses filled the air. Dylan, taking in the scene, quietly said, "Ms. Clara, you're drunk." Her lips brushed his

was elsewhere. "You'll regret

lap. Clara seemed out of her mind; this was Dylan, after all-the untouchable Dylan. Since his accident, he rarely

the sidelines, stepped in. He walked confidently toward

shook his head, shrugging off his blazer and placing it over Clara's shoulders.

occasionally planting soft kisses on his neck. Dylan seemed