Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 437

As Clara slid into Aiden's car, she kept her head down, feeling a bit defeated.

"Aiden, should I take you home?" Aiden asked softly, trying to gauge her mood.

She didn't answer, instead dialing Z's number again, but there was still no response. Was it possible he found out about tonight from someone else? Was he brooding alone in their townhouse?

"Ms. Clara?" Aiden asked again, pulling over to the side of the road, waiting patiently.

Finally, after ten minutes, she sighed and closed her eyes. "Aiden, you've been with Mr. Dylan for ages. Do you know what he enjoys besides work?"

If he liked golf, she could get him a limited edition set of clubs. If he was into horseback riding, maybe a fine horse would do. Surely Dylan had some hobbies, right?

Aiden glanced at her in the rearview mirror. "The boss doesn't like work."

"Then just tell me, what would make him happy?" she pressed.

Aiden didn't reply right away, gripping the steering wheel. After a moment, he asked again, "Should I take you home, Ms. Clara?"

Clara gave him the address to the townhouse, her gaze fixed on the passing scenery outside.

Aiden drove slowly, taking an extra half hour to reach the destination.

Clara stepped out of the car, the cold wind hit her, reminding her she was still in her nightdress with nothing underneath. She

off without another word, not curious at all about why she

and tried calling Z again, but still no

punched in the code, but it was wrong.

her bones, she

about to give up, the door cracked open, his voice hoarse. "What are you

knew. That's why

and stepped inside, only to find herself lifted onto the entryway cabinet before she

face, and as she was

come to break up with me?"

I never thought of that," she replied, leaning against his shoulder. The medication she'd taken earlier started to kick in again under his touch, making her feverish. Her forehead was damp with sweat as

she had ignored the medication's effects, and now it

bit

"Please, don't..." she whispered.

a man lost in the desert finding

shooting star streaked through her mind, she found herself gripping a few strands

chest heaved, her thoughts a chaotic

his fingertips, then cupped her cheek. "You wanted