Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 442

After Jeffree hopped out of Jared's car, he wasted no time calling Eden.

"Hey, Edie! You'll never guess what I did. I totally messed up Clara's project. You should've seen her face-she looked like she just sucked on a lemon. There's no way she's gonna be flaunting herself around me anytime soon."

Eden, sporting some serious dark circles, actually felt a spark of satisfaction at the news. Ever since that party, she'd been holed up in her room, refusing to eat or drink, trying to block out the thought of Dylan and Clara getting cozy. Her eyes were puffy from crying, and she wished Clara would just vanish into thin air.

The housekeeper had knocked earlier, but Eden hadn't responded. Now, Simon was knocking, his voice cutting through the silence.

"How long are you planning to stay locked up in there?"

Eden ended the call, wiped her tears, and opened the door.

"Simon."

Seeing her swollen eyes, Simon handed her a tissue. "Why are you so upset? Dylan cares about you. If there's another woman in the picture, you should be happy for him."

Eden felt lost for words. To the Fergusons, she was Dylan's little sister, and having feelings for him was off-limits. Simon's eyes flicked with understanding, and he turned away, his tone cool.

since the whole thing with Mom. If he found out about this, Dylan would have a lot of explaining to do. Don't make a bigger deal out of

hopes for Dylan, and expected any woman by his side to

changed and

to do. Don't wait

a cold

estate. Lately, Ada had been stirring up drama about Michael's cheating, which left Walter fed up and refusing visitors. Eden was let through the gates but couldn't get into the

everywhere! You need to step in or Clara's going to ruin

"Grandfather!"

this for

the main hall doors finally opened. The estate had a serious vibe, and

practicing calligraphy, avoiding people. Eden burst into the study and

Clara forcing a kiss on Dylan at the

hand paused, spilling a drop of ink on the paper.

her lip, clenching her

been a wreck over her, and I swear she's just toying with the Ferguson men. Plus, she met with Cousin recently, and he's been seriously injured. I

chest heaving. Walter calmly set down his pen and gestured for the