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.

through it he could see rolling green hills, bright water, and trees covered

mountain quiet,

he asked the attendant nearby, "Can we pick those

"Of course. Those blossoms are for our guests. The higher up you

kind of luck?" Dylan asked,

love," the monk answered.

so the monk added, "It's best if you pick them

noncommittal sound, letting

the night at the monastery. The rooms were notoriously hard

the abbot when she noticed Tara kneeling, deeply focused on

Buddha and made her wish over

she put all the cash she'd brought into the donation

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

to dinner. Mrs. Ferguson glanced around. "Where's

heard he hasn't been feeling

Ferguson let out a long sigh. "Is it really his health, or did Clara upset him again? She runs off, then comes back like nothing happened. All she does is