Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 439

After waking up and grabbing a quick bite, Clara felt like she was moving through molasses. Everything tasted bland, and by the time she settled at her desk, she could barely stifle a yawn. She just wasn't herself today.

It wasn't until Cole, adjusting his glasses with a sincere look, suggested, "Ms. Bradford, maybe a turtleneck would be better?"

Clara, still foggy from the morning haze, sipped her coffee. "Why's that?"

Cole just gave her a knowing look.

It wasn't until her lunch break that she saw her reflection and noticed the rosy glow on her face and the unmistakable marks on her neck. Her cheeks turned crimson as she instinctively tried to pull up her collar, only to remember she wasn't wearing a turtleneck today and it offered no help.

Caught off guard by her own appearance, she quickly ordered a scarf online with a plea for speedy delivery.

That afternoon, Clara had a critical meeting with a new executive about a potential government contract. She was determined to nail it.

and headed to the meeting with Cole. The venue was a swanky hotel,

opened the door to the private room, she froze. Along

he

before he cozied up

the Warren family. He gently nudged Jeffree aside and nodded at

the dynamic between them, Clara carefully took a seat. "Mr.

bit embarrassed, his lips twitching in a half-smile. "Not sure how much of it is worth hearing. If it weren't for this project, you probably wouldn't know me

as someone lacking subtlety. A savvy

of your year. Back when I was hitting the books hard, I'd read about top students like you

onto his cheeks as he raised his

her glass, clinking it

his grip on Jared's arm, frustrated. "Jared, you shouldn't partner with her. Haven't you heard about her? She even got on Mr. Dylan's bad side. Who knows how long

Clara had boldly sat on Dylan's lap and kissed him