Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 631

Even the fire department couldn't find anything-someone must have warned them ahead of time.

Clara slid all the way down in the bathtub, letting the water swallow her, hoping it might clear her head.

Suddenly, she shot upright, dragging her wet hair out of the water, gasping for air.

She didn't dare let her thoughts drift to Dylan. She was scared-scared it really was him.

Did her leaving make Dylan feel threatened? Did he think his pride or power was under attack? Is that why Z ended up dead-to teach her a lesson?

But the Dylan she knew wasn't petty, and he definitely wasn't the type to throw his weight around like that.

Still, another voice in her mind wouldn't let it go: Z was so quiet, who could she possibly have crossed? All this trouble had only started after Clara showed up. And the only person she'd upset lately was Dylan.

in his eyes when she walked out-barely restrained, with something wild simmering

the mountains, that look haunted her. With eyes like that, Dylan seemed capable

her face with hot water and stepped out of the

was a knock at

about you," the landlady called. "So I had someone make you some herbal soup and a few nice dishes. I've left them at your door. Try

opened the door. Her hair clung

landlady caught the rosy steam on Clara's face, eyes widening for a second. No wonder everyone fussed over this girl-she was honestly

what's it called? Anyway, I'll never understand how a hairdryer can cost thousands. I've lived my whole life and

Every time I come to check on you, I'm

smile, but the muscles in

money, but she really did care. Clara couldn't

embarrassed, coughed,

hundred thousand?" Did Z even have that much? Her chest tightened, a dull ache creeping in. She didn't say another word. Seeing