Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 638

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

only up here, in the mountain

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

monk nodded. "Of course. Those blossoms are for our guests.

kind of luck?" Dylan asked,

love," the monk answered. "Finding the

added, "It's best if you

a noncommittal sound,

monastery. The rooms were notoriously hard to book; she wanted to be up at

when she noticed

and made her

the

the Capital sent big donations to this temple and Tara was no exception. She always felt the more money she gave, the more likely her

abbot led them to dinner. Mrs. Ferguson glanced around.

hasn't been feeling well. He's probably

did Clara upset him again? She

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