Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 574

She spun around and left, too angry for words. When she got pushed to her limit, her mind just went completely blank.

This wasn't the first time he'd pulled something like this. So why did she keep falling for it, every single time?

Clara stormed out, almost bumping straight into Aiden as he came in.

Aiden took one look at her face-clearly fuming—and asked, "Ma'am, what happened?"

Clara didn't even slow down. She took a deep breath and tossed over her shoulder, "Ask him yourself."

She didn't have the energy to explain.

With a sharp slam, she shut herself in the guest bedroom, feeling more agitated

than ever.

Meanwhile, Aiden opened the master bedroom door and finally noticed the doorknob was busted.

By the window, Dylan sat with his chin resting on his hand, idly stirring his soup, a faint smile on his lips-like he was in a surprisingly good mood.

Aiden could guess why. Dylan always seemed to get what he wanted.

Deciding it was none of his business, Aiden just called for someone to come fix the doors in the morning.

Back in her room, Clara flopped onto the bed, still restless and upset.

She couldn't sleep.

She got up, headed to the bathroom, and stared at the dark circles under her eyes. With a sigh, she splashed her face with cold water.

But it didn't help. She still felt like a frog in slowly boiling water-trapped, helpless, and getting more anxious by the minute.

This couldn't go on.

needed to get out of

wandering around the house. As she reached one of

when she heard it—a soft, almost whispery

forward two hundred steps and turn left. There's a side door. Nobody's

She looked

it was a side door she'd never seen open before, now

Dylan's Palm Bay was supposed to have ironclad

through her, and she almost stepped

about their

would be walking into a

clear. Freedom was

turned to leave, but the

see your boyfriend? He's badly hurt. He wants to see you

froze, her

Z...

so long. Knowing how stubborn he was, there was no

the

the truth? If Walter was involved, he could

Z really

upstairs, standing outside

when she heard a

then

door wasn't even fully closed—it was left

inside, lowering her gaze as

"Mr. Dylan, I..."

face, he could guess what she wanted

aside, his voice

crossed the