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."

at him. His face was captivating, and the warmth of his touch was almost intoxicating. Their eyes locked; his gaze was

was sitting on his lap, cradling his face, kissing him with an intensity that surprised even

turned his head 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

"You'll regret this when you're

who quickly moved to pull Clara off Dylan's lap. Clara seemed out of her mind; this was Dylan, after all-the untouchable Dylan. Since his accident, he rarely appeared at events like these, and no one

been observing from the sidelines, stepped in. He walked confidently toward Dylan. "Mr. President,

shook his head, shrugging off his blazer and placing it over Clara's shoulders. Aiden dutifully closed the side door, shielding them from the prying

perched on Dylan's lap, occasionally planting soft kisses on his neck. Dylan seemed to have