Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 485

Clara sat in Dylan's car, a knot of nerves twisting in her stomach. Ever since Jeffree's death, it felt like she was trapped in a sticky web of confusion. When the car stopped in front of a quaint little house in Palm Bay, she stayed put, mulling things over for a couple of minutes before finally asking, "Dylan, are you handling Jeffree's case yourself?"

She didn't understand why she was here tonight, especially since Jackson seemed set on keeping her under wraps. Was there something Dylan needed to ask her?

Dylan had already settled his wheelchair on the ground. He paused for a moment, absorbing her question in silence, before moving forward without a word. Clara sighed and followed him inside.

They walked to his bedroom door, and she hesitated briefly before stepping in. By the bed, a few roses stood fresh and lively, like they'd just been picked. Before she could ask about them, his phone rang.

His expression was calm, but his eyes had a dangerous edge. "I can't. I'm not coming tomorrow night," he said into the phone. Clara pieced it together-his family, the Fergusons, had a lot going on with the holidays, and as the heir, he was in the thick of it.

wasn't sure where to sit, or if she even should. Finally, after an hour,

by the council," he said,

shake off the curiosity-why was Dylan helping her? Even in her muddled state since the amnesia,

had lingered in her mind. "Dylan, about your legs, have you

she doubted she'd still be around. So why was he helping her? She just couldn't

as he walked past her. She caught his soft words, "Think of

pushing his wheelchair. "Since you've helped me this time, let's call

staring ahead, rubbing his temples. Clara noticed he looked worn

his head,

room, and grabbed a bottle of pills from the coffee table. Clara quickly poured him aglass of warm water. Dylan reached for it,