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 Palm

around the house. As she reached

when she heard it—a soft, almost whispery voice in the

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

She looked

the directions. And there it was a side door she'd never seen open before, now

Bay was supposed to have ironclad security. Why was there

and she almost stepped outside. But then she

had been punished by Walter, that meant Walter knew about their marriage. If anyone could

out right now would be walking into

stepped back, her mind suddenly clear. Freedom

but the voice

badly hurt. He wants to see you

froze, her face

Z...

him in so long. Knowing how stubborn he was,

thinking, she wandered back to the main house and sat,

the voice telling the truth? If Walter was involved, he could definitely find

Z really hurt that

she found herself upstairs, standing outside

to knock when

then

wasn't even fully closed—it was left slightly

inside, lowering her gaze as she

"Mr. Dylan, I..."

face, he could guess what she

voice calm and cool. "I'm going

crossed the room, grabbing