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.

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

and Lucius-Aaron's father. This family was no walk in the park,

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

his eyes and softly

Richard hesitated, then cracked his knuckles. "When

now, not ever," Dylan

intend to. But after that scene at the gala, you know how many people are watching her now? Sometimes I just can't figure out

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

car began to

specific red she was looking for was nowhere