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.

waiting. Richard was already inside, lowering the window as Dylan approached. "The Sinclair family's

Michael, had been sidelined due to a scandal, but 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

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

his eyes and

his knuckles.

now, not ever," Dylan

after that scene at the gala, you know how many people are watching her now? Sometimes I just

emerged from the building, his gaze softening. Richard, still waiting for an answer, noticed the change and

began to move

looking for was nowhere to be found. After striking out at three different shops, she called Cole, hoping he might