Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 634

Clara clutched the strap of her backpack, staring out the window without saying a word.

From where he sat, Dylan could only see the side of her face-small, delicate, and even prettier than usual with her hair pulled up into a high ponytail.

He lowered his gaze, hiding the storm in his eyes. "Stop making a scene."

Just come home with him.

Out of nowhere, Clara's voice was steady. "Let me out."

Dylan's expression went ice-cold, but then he gave a short, humorless laugh. "Sure."

She blinked, not quite believing it, and slowly turned to look at him.

He was giving her that look again-the same twisted, intense stare as before, like he might drag everything around him straight into darkness.

Did he really mean to let her go?

But then the lock on the car door clicked open.

Clara tightened her grip on her backpack, and couldn't help glancing back at him.

Dylan sat in his wheelchair, head down, pale fingers resting quietly in his lap. "Go on," he said.

took a deep breath, didn't say another word, and jumped out. The second her

leaned back, lost

Clara

but the words

turned to her with a lazy smile. "Why aren't you

through Clara's heart. She felt like a helpless mouse, toyed with by a cat that was way too elegant to be

her lips

to know that if he wanted to, he could

into the car and slammed the

rolling toward the Capital. Clara's anger burned hotter and

her trapped here.

you

it himself. Did he really just

but a power world,

rage, but Dylan just smirked.

that set her off. Without even

even

small space, leaving five bright red fingerprints

almost unreal-like he'd stepped out of a painting, all smooth lines and

looked painfully out of