Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 599

After Aiden slid behind the wheel, he checked the rearview mirror and did a double take. For once, Mr. Ferguson hadn't done his shirt all the way up-two buttons were left open at the top, leaving a hint of collarbone exposed.

Normally, Mr. Ferguson was all about being buttoned up, literally. Every single button, all the way to his throat, as if daring anyone to look at him for too long. Like he'd claw your eyes out if you stared.

But today? Something felt off.

Aiden leaned in for a better look and finally spotted it—a faint mark on Dylan's skin, barely there but definitely not his imagination.

So... did those two actually sleep together last night or not? The suspense was killing him.

He pulled the car up in front of the restaurant, where both the Fergusons and the Warrens were meeting for dinner. Mrs. Ferguson herself had set this up. Not showing up wasn't an option-if Dylan bailed, Mrs. Ferguson's reputation in their circle would take a serious hit.

After parking, Aiden helped Dylan into his wheelchair and couldn't help but mention, "Richard will probably be here too."

Richard was the one running the Warren family now.

Dylan just gave a quiet "Mm."

They made their way into the private dining room; almost everyone was already there.

stood up, waving

just Tara,

Dylan. "Is Dylan still in physical therapy? Maybe Tara

been for Clara, how could someone as perfect as Dylan have ended

gave Aiden a pointed look, silently telling

Aiden didn't dare disobey.

place, Tara was quick to answer, “Grandma, rehab is tough. Dylan's used

liked showing weakness-least of

nodded, clearly pleased. Tara really did think of

of the faint mark on

couldn't exactly go against all of them just to side with Dylan. If he tried, he'd never hear

own.

down, staring at the glass in front of

he started, but Tara

I told you how I felt, you said, 'Let's see in two years.' If you didn't care about me at all, you shouldn't have made those promises when we were kids, and you should've been more direct two years ago. I've always had to be the

whatever Dylan had with

sweethearts. They hadn't made secret promises. Even as adults,