Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 554

"Ma'am, we made chicken soup tonight. If you'd like something different, just let us know a day ahead," the housekeeper murmured softly beside Clara.

Everyone in this house treated Clara with genuine warmth-so long as she didn't ask to borrow their phones, life stayed peaceful and easy.

Clara cradled her mug of ginger tea, taking a forced sip. Just then, she heard footsteps in the hallway.

Dylan must be back.

She'd thought he'd be working late, especially since he'd skipped out on the office for days. But here he was, home earlier than she'd expected.

Clara kept her eyes down, refusing to even glance at the entryway.

She'd been living at Palm Bay for quite some time now, and not once had Dylan come looking for her. Marrying her seemed more like placing a vase in the living room—a decoration, nothing more.

She didn't get him at all. Was he really willing to go against Walter's orders just to keep a stand-in around?

As soon as Dylan walked in, the staff started setting the table, laying out a proper feast. The housekeeper called out, "Ma'am, dinner's ready."

But Clara, still shaken from her dream about Z, felt no hunger at all. She put down her teacup and headed straight upstairs.

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Ferguson asked them to make dinner

at the same table, they never spoke. Or rather, Clara never answered

the same roof, they were like strangers who'd known each

eat a little," the

walked away toward the

glances and quietly cleared away

ring. He turned it slowly between

a closer look,

piece

band with his

the softness in Dylan's expression. He sighed to

I don't think we can keep this from Walter much

Richard Warren were close, and out of respect for Richard, Dylan couldn't just

arrogance and sharp edges, Richard doted on his cousin Tara. Tara had liked Dylan

all the socialites,

Built

was low-key, talented, and after being rejected, she never chased after Dylan again. She'd an impressive