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.

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 all the relatives coming back?" he

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 gatherings were never

really engaging in the conversation. Richard took a deep breath, continuing, "And those abroad- plenty of eyes are on

finish, Dylan closed his eyes

off guard, Richard hesitated, then cracked his knuckles. "When have I ever bothered

now, not

to. But after that scene at the gala, you know how

gaze softening. Richard, still waiting for an

car began

to find some vibrant red flowers. Unfortunately, they only had yellow winter jasmine, and the specific red she was looking for was nowhere to be found.