Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 454

Her leg brushed against Dylan's by accident, and she instinctively caught herself on his knee, avoiding what could have been a full-on collision. Clara glanced up and locked eyes with him-his gaze was calm, yet filled with an intense undercurrent.

Suddenly, Dylan gripped her wrist, the warmth of his touch spreading like a wildfire across her skin. "Don't forget the flowers," he reminded her, his voice steady.

"Yes, of course," she replied, trying to steady her racing heart.

He let his gaze linger on her for a few seconds longer before skillfully turning his wheelchair and leaving. It was as if flowers meant more to him than any pricey gift could.

Clara sat there, momentarily stunned, the warmth from his grip still tingling on her skin. It felt like invisible vines were wrapping around her wrist, pulling her deeper into uncharted waters. She looked down, rubbing her wrist absentmindedly.

Dylan headed downstairs, where a sleek black car was waiting. Richard was already inside, lowering the window as Dylan approached. "The Sinclair family's Christmas must be quite the event, right? Are

there were still his other sons, John and Lucius-Aaron's father. This family was no walk in the park, especially with a bunch of extended relatives always stirring things up. The Sinclair gatherings were never

gazing out the window and not really engaging in the conversation. Richard took a deep breath, continuing, "And those abroad- plenty of eyes are on you. It might be best to keep a

his

Richard hesitated, then cracked his knuckles. "When have I

now, not ever,"

Richard leaned back. "I don't intend to. But after that scene at the gala, you know

glanced up just as Clara emerged from the building, his gaze softening. Richard, still waiting for an answer, noticed the change and sighed, instructing

car began to

red she was looking for was nowhere to be found. After striking out at three different shops, she called Cole, hoping he might have a lead on some wild cherry blossoms