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.

and through it he could see rolling green

was only up here, in the mountain quiet, that

he got to the top, he asked the attendant nearby,

our guests. The

kind of luck?" Dylan

love," the monk answered. "Finding the

you pick

noncommittal sound,

rooms were notoriously hard to book; she

was talking with the abbot when she noticed Tara kneeling, deeply focused on her

the Buddha and made

finished, she put all the cash

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 wish would

dinner.

"I heard he hasn't been feeling well. He's probably tired and

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