Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 573

"Mr. Sterling, should I bring you something to eat? You haven't had anything all afternoon."

"Yeah."

Dylan carefully put the ring away and gave a quiet instruction. "Go check on her."

Aiden nodded and headed to Clara's room. He couldn't help but feel like he was stuck mediating between two stubborn kids. If anyone else knew, they'd never believe it—those two could actually get so petty, they'd both skip meals just to spite each other. Especially Dylan.

Aiden knocked lightly on the door. Before he could knock a third time, Clara flung it open, looking like she was still mad, her face all chilly and distant.

"Aiden, finally! Can I start working at Ferguson Corporation for you tomorrow? I know enough about the company, and honestly I can't take another day here. You have no idea how impossible Dylan is. Living with him is like tiptoeing through a minefield-step on the wrong thing and he just shuts down. Seriously, how can anyone be like that?"

She'd clearly been holding this in all night, desperate for someone to talk to. She couldn't vent to the other staff-if she ever said a bad word about Dylan, they'd just look horrified, like, “Ma'am, how could you say that about the boss?"

Only Aiden never seemed bothered. No need to make things harder for everyone else.

Aiden almost laughed. The boss really could be impossible sometimes.

"Would you like something to eat, ma'am?"

followed

think he's completely unreasonable sometimes? The way he sulks, you'd think the whole world owed him millions. It's honestly exhausting just being around

realized something was off. The air

Dylan, standing in the hallway, staring

she'd felt uneasy-Dylan's silent glare could

back. Dylan stared at her for a few long seconds before finally saying, "I'm hungry." Clara's nerves settled. She'd thought he was going to lose his temper again, but instead, he

impossible

a quick

Deed Aiden to bring a t But in the time

turne

around, Aiden had disappeared.

glanced around and

pressed

after ten minutes he was still

up the tray herself and headed upstairs. Honestly, why did Aiden always get busy

she left, Aiden lowered his phone. The screen was dark he hadn't been talking to anyone. This house would probably fall apart

room, knocked, and walked in. Dylan

the tray down, handed him a spoon.