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.

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

look haunted her. With eyes like

out of the

was a knock at the

you," the landlady called. "So I had someone make you some herbal soup

door. Her hair clung

second.

hairdryer I bought you what's it called? Anyway, I'll never understand how a hairdryer can cost thousands. I've lived my whole life and never seen the like! But your guy gave me so much, I just bought

"You're lucky, you know. It's not worth dying here. I'd feel terrible. Every time I come to check on you, I'm scared you won't answer. My friend's hotel lost a girl once she fought with her boyfriend, cut her

smile, but the muscles in her face refused

she really did care.

a little embarrassed, coughed, and held up one

have that much? Her chest tightened, a dull ache creeping in. She didn't say another word. Seeing Clara go quiet, the landlady just sighed and shuffled out. "So eat something, okay? Get your strength back. Wait