Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 452

Clara kept her eyes on her dinner, her fork moving mechanically as her mind raced. What would she do if Richard decided to stir up trouble? Richard had a reputation for being ruthless, and once he got serious, no one could stand against him.

Despite the whirlwind in her head, she didn't forget to pour Dylan a cup of coffee. "I'm not nervous," she said. "I'm just focused on figuring out how to properly apologize to Mr. Dylan."

"You've always been a good liar," Dylan replied, the words hanging in the air.

The soft gurgle of coffee filling the cup was the only sound. Clara noted his use of "always," a clear sign she'd lost her credibility with him. She carefully placed the coffee pot down, resting her hands in her lap with a serious expression.

"Mr. Dylan, I'm genuinely apologizing today. The gala incident really hurt your reputation. As for breaking up with my boyfriend-well, that's off the table. But anything else, just name it."

"Clara." His voice was light, yet carried a warning.

used her first name felt like being called out by a teacher in class. She

in his cup, then met her earnest gaze. "Like I said before, don't make promises you can't

can handle

pause, he wiped away a stray drop of coffee and

she misheard? In her panic, she accidentally knocked over the coffee pot. She quickly stood, grabbing a

say?" Her

directly. "Kiss me. Didn't

She stood there, gripping the back of her

you?” she echoed, wondering if Dylan had been replaced

he'd actually say? Surely, he was still upset and trying to teach her a

a moment. If a kiss could fix her mistake at the gala, it seemed like a fair

if she went for it, only to mock her further? Dylan's eyelashes