Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 545

She stopped short at the edge of the bed, the air thick with his presence. It hit her then-she was the outsider here, the one who didn't belong.

Without saying another word, she turned and left the master bedroom.

Walking down the hall, she couldn't shake the uncomfortable feeling twisting in her chest. It was like replaying an argument in her head, annoyed at herself for not saying what she really wanted to say.

Dylan watched her leave, his lashes lowering as he leaned back onto the bed, pulling the shirt she'd left behind closer to his chest. Oddly enough, after her little intrusion, he actually felt more relaxed. For the first time in ages, he drifted into a deep, peaceful sleep.

Clara, on the other hand, couldn't sleep at all. She just lay there, staring up at the ceiling, watching the sky outside slowly lighten as dawn approached.

She finally got up, washed her face, threw on some clothes, and headed downstairs to wait.

At six a.m., Dylan came down.

The housekeeper stood by the dining table, announcing breakfast with that stiff, formal tone. "Sir, ma'am, breakfast is ready."

Clara sat down beside Dylan.

He paused, fork and knife in his hands, then ducked his head and started eating -slow and steady, not saying a word.

out, only to notice

things through, and since she couldn't bring herself to yell at Dylan or even

it for a second when Eden was sent away and wanted to get back at her by dragging marriage into the mix. Maybe

him, replaying what Aiden had told her-how Dylan was the one who'd leaked Eden's secret, how he supposedly liked her and

made her

about her? They'd

"Thud!"

walked right into the

so slightly. He didn't

heading to work-he was just wheeling around the grounds near the main

work?" she asked, confused. Why wasn't he getting in the car? What were they even doing

a flower from a nearby bush, and twirled it between his fingers. “Who

was stunned. Her cheeks went

marry someone they didn't love. Anyone else would be raging, but she

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't work up any real anger toward him. It was strange,

clueless about her own

why she hadn't