Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 620

Dylan didn't show up downstairs until the evening of the fourth day.

The house staff rushed to bring him something to eat, but he barely touched it. After a few bites, he just sat there, staring out the window, completely lost in thought. No one really knew what to say to him, so everyone just kept quiet and tiptoed around, trying not to disturb him.

Later, he rolled his wheelchair out to the lawn, stopping at a spot where the grass was patchy and uneven. Clara used to play here-she'd tug at the grass, pulling it out without even realizing. Dylan stared at that bare patch for ages, his mind somewhere far away, until he heard footsteps behind him.

It was Aiden.

Aiden sounded a little unsure. "Mr. Petersen, Mrs. Ferguson heard about Clara going missing. She wants you to go to Tara's welcome party tonight."

The Warren family had postponed everything after Ada's funeral, but now the party was back on-right when Clara was missing. To the families, the timing almost felt too convenient.

Dylan just gave a quiet, "Okay," his face completely unreadable.

Aiden followed him inside, then hesitated before saying, "You should try to eat a little more. If you pass out at the party, everyone in the Capital will be talking."

People were already gossiping about his marriage to Clara. He'd posted something on social media, but Mrs. Ferguson had brushed it off in public, calling it a joke. Everyone was watching tonight. Tara was definitely the star of the show.

Dylan waited until seven to finally head over to the Warren estate. By then, the place was already lively and packed with guests.

Tara herself came out to greet him.

leaned in, saying something softly, and they walked into the grand hall together. To everyone there, they

so close. Talk to

just smiled politely, swirling his wine. "I try, but he's not

glanced over at

family hierarchy was obvious. Tara stayed close to him, and when she saw how unwell he looked, she stepped in and took the drinks for

lately. I'll drink this one for him,"

nearby joked, "You're not even married yet and you're

laughed easily, though she kept glancing at Dylan out of the corner

turned to Tara and asked, "Did I ever

stood behind his wheelchair and gently pushed him toward the

thought you'd forgotten. If you'd like, I

into the elevator together, leaving the crowd

go, smiling to themselves. In their minds, this marriage

room. The space was wide and carefully decorated. She opened a cabinet, rummaged

folded into the

want to look inside. It felt like

sick, but I don't blame you.

kept your secret all

seen him at

eyes