Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 588

Her palm rested softly against his cheek. He seemed calmer now, his eyes clearer, the storm in them finally settling.

Clara wasn't watching him, so she missed the way his gaze turned hotter and more intense with every passing second. He caught her hand, a hint of a smile curving his lips, and then closed his eyes.

Inside, Clara's mind was chaos-a tug of war between logic and something she couldn't name.

About an hour later, she caught a glimpse of Aiden passing by and called out before she could think twice. "Aiden."

He stopped, water glass in hand, and nodded respectfully.

"Did something happen while we were out?" Clara asked.

Aiden glanced at Dylan, searching his face, but found nothing out of the ordinary. "Mrs. Ferguson's back. She wants the CEO to marry Tara from the Warren family. And... Ada passed away. The Fergusons are having the funeral."

Ada's gone?

Clara blinked. She didn't remember hearing anything about Ada being sick.

She frowned, trying to make sense of it. It had only been a couple weeks, but outside, everything seemed to have changed. Here she was, stuck in this place, completely cut off from the world and its shifting tides.

Worry for Z crept back in. If even Mrs. Ferguson was getting involved in Dylan's marriage, didn't that make Clara public enemy number one in the Ferguson family's eyes?

Her heart picked up speed. She forced herself to take a steady breath. "Does Dylan usually do what Mrs. Ferguson tells him?"

on marrying him off to Tara, maybe Clara would

a sip of

does he listen

He could've had someone perfect and instead, he'd chosen to tie

said,

him, stunned. She pointed at herself. "Me? I'm the one

Aiden nodded. "Yeah."

Clara almost wanting to laugh out loud. If Dylan actually listened to her, he

uncomfortable around the man lying next to her. Z was

he slept, lines deepening on

his feet. The people above told him it was

felt all too real. Ever since he was kid, he'd been told his

actually was. The only

you'll finally get

the one left behind.

run into that boy who looked just like him-gentle, bright, a smile like

truly favored son be forced to grow up in darkness, nameless and hidden? That so-called destiny

at all.

completely and utterly abandoned.

the moment he