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.

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 all the relatives

there were still his other sons, John and Lucius-Aaron's father. This family was no walk

thought, gazing out the window and not really engaging in the conversation. Richard took a deep breath, continuing, "And those

his eyes and softly said, "Leave

cracked his

not now, not ever,"

brow, Richard leaned back. "I don't intend to. But after that scene at the gala, you know how many people are watching her now? Sometimes

the building, his gaze softening. Richard, still waiting for an

began to move

the building, drove to a florist, hoping to find some vibrant red flowers. Unfortunately, they only had yellow winter jasmine, and the specific red she was looking for