Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 638

At the very end of the winding mountain road, the old temple waited, perched at the highest point.

There were still a thousand steps to climb, but with Dylan in his wheelchair, that wasn't happening.

Mrs. Ferguson bent down, her voice gentle but firm. “You take the elevator, Dylan. Tara and I will walk the stairs."

Tara stood quietly in front of her, eyes downcast, not arguing.

Guided by a monk, Dylan wheeled himself toward the side entrance.

The monastery's elevator was rarely used-built years ago by some rich family from the Capital, just for people who couldn't make the climb.

Some people believed so deeply that, even when life had worn them down and their bodies gave out, they still dragged themselves here to pray.

Dylan never understood it. He didn't believe in any of it.

He glanced up, watching Mrs. Ferguson already starting up the steps, then let his gaze fall, fiddling with the ring on his finger.

had a little window, and through it he could see rolling green hills, bright water, and trees covered with blush-pink

the mountain quiet, that he

top, he asked the attendant nearby, "Can we pick

are for our guests. The higher up you pick,

luck?" Dylan

answered. "Finding the one you're meant to

the monk added, "It's best if you pick them early in the morning. That's when the

a noncommittal sound,

hard to book; she wanted to be up

the abbot when she noticed Tara

at the gentle face of the Buddha and made her wish over and over, silently begging to be

all the

from the Capital sent big donations to this temple and Tara was no exception. She

to dinner.

answered quietly, "I heard he hasn't been feeling well. He's probably tired and went to

it really his health, or did Clara upset him again? She runs off, then comes back like nothing happened. All she does