Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 567

Clara went quiet. Ever since the first day she'd woken up and seen Dylan, there was this nagging feeling deep inside-like they belonged to completely different worlds.

It wasn't something she could put into words. It was just a gut instinct. Maybe it was her body's way of keeping her safe.

No matter how many times she reminded herself how polite and well-mannered Dylan was, that warning bell in her head never went silent. If anything, it told her Dylan was more dangerous than anyone else she'd ever met.

She lowered her eyes, deciding there was no point in sugarcoating it anymore.

"Maybe lots of women would love to be your wife, but I'm not one of them. I really don't like you. Even if I had another fifty years, I don't think I'd change my mind. My instincts just keep telling me... you're not the person I'm looking for."

As soon as she finished, the air in the room seemed to snap tight-like some wild animal had been let loose. Cold sweat prickled down her spine.

She glanced up at Dylan, half-expecting him to explode, but he looked as calm as ever. Whatever hint of danger she thought she'd seen was just... gone, like it had never happened.

She swallowed and sat up straighter, only then realizing her back was soaked with sweat.

The whole place was quiet-the staff had already slipped away, leaving just the two of them.

shaky steps,

shot to her feet, heart pounding with panic. There was no one else around. What if people

lift him, calling out, "Somebody help!

Aiden watched the scene unfold, let out a long sigh, and popped his earbuds in. He didn't feel like getting involved. He was tired, too—let them

out.

calling for help, but no one answered. Frustration bubbled

showed up when it mattered? Even Aiden-wasn't he supposed to stay by Dylan's side? And Dylan was seriously

braced herself and struggled to drag Dylan toward the stairs, taking it

weight slumped against her,

came from, but somehow she got him to the bedroom door. She gave it a hard kick and the doorknob fell

have time to care. She hauled Dylan onto the bed, her heart beating out of her chest. Whatever he'd done,

grabbed his hand, and started rubbing it, blowing on it

get clumsy, doing everything and nothing at

the spot between his thumb and forefinger, her

please. I didn't mean any of that. I was just

there with his eyes closed, he looked