Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 460

Before Clara could even finish her sentence, a group of men who looked like bodyguards suddenly swooped in, silencing her with their presence. They had this cold, no-nonsense vibe as one of them spoke up from outside the car. "Ms. Clara, sorry for the trouble. This woman is a distant relative of the CEO and isn't in the best mental state. We didn't expect her to wander out tonight."

The woman, who seemed so disturbed before, instantly quieted down, almost like she was scared.

Clara wanted to talk to her a bit more, but the security team had already driven the car away. They stopped in front of the main villa, where the lights were still on.

Clara got out, holding her bouquet of flowers, and instinctively turned around, hoping to catch a glimpse of where the woman was taken. But there was nothing —she'd disappeared like a ghost. Rubbing her temples, she felt a headache starting to creep in.

Suddenly, the door in front of her swung open. Standing at the entrance, she noticed the living room was empty. She placed the flowers on the coffee table, ready to leave, but then she spotted Dylan on the second floor.

He was leaning against the railing, his voice calm and collected. "Why are you so late?"

Clara looked up, a hint of surprise in her voice. "Mr. Dylan, are your legs feeling better?"

"Yes."

eyelashes, his throat moving as if he had more to say. Whenever Clara was around Dylan, she couldn't shake off this feeling of unease,

so I went to the countryside to pick them. Took a

in the morning, and for someone as disciplined

at a loss. Dylan's silences often left her unsure of what to

"Well, the flowers are here, so I'll get

a step away, he suddenly asked, "Is the snow heavy

some snowflakes there he'd noticed. "A bit. This year's snow in the Capital

"Yeah."

with these random questions? It made leaving feel

stood there for a few more minutes, unable to handle

finish, he asked,

looked up and met his gaze. His eyes were calm, one hand hanging by his side, his whole figure softly illuminated by the warm,

like this, almost as if he was lost in a

wonderful, even better than winter jasmine. I picked several stems;

wanted to leave. After answering him, she lowered her head and