Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 642

Chapter 642

Morgan had been at Ferguson Corporation long enough to know exactly how to

read a room. The second he sensed Dylan was in a good mood, he slid right into a report about his latest projects. As expected, his timing paid off.

"Nice work. You really put some thought into this," Dylan said.

"Let HR bump up your salary."

Raises for senior staff usually meant weeks of meetings, endless paperwork, and layers of approvals. But now, with just a word from the CEO, it was done.

Morgan sat up a little straighter. He hadn't seen a raise in years-especially now, when other companies were slashing salaries and laying people off left and right. But not here. He was moving up, and he knew exactly who to thank.

Clara really was his lucky charm.

Clara had just scooped up a bite of dessert when she felt someone's beaming gaze land on her like a spotlight. She glanced up and caught Morgan staring at her.

He bowed a few times, grinning ear to ear. "Thank you, Mrs. Carter!"

She paused, fork halfway to her mouth, her brow furrowing. What had she even done?

Morgan left the office practically floating, humming to himself as the door clicked shut behind him.

Clara was left feeling a little confused, poking at her dessert with her spoon. When she was full, she set it aside and picked up a magazine, flipping through

the pages.

drifted in her direction. Afternoon sunlight spilled through the window, climbing across the floor, lighting up the leaves of a potted plant, and catching on the glossy cover of her

absorbed, eyelashes lowered, turning pages

between his fingers, watching her for a few minutes before finally looking back at his own work. That's when he realized he'd written

Clara.

his chest, and he couldn't put words to it—even if

She hadn't been sleeping well lately, and now, almost without realizing

moment, then slipped out of his chair and quietly

wake, just mumbled something

nothing on

rubbing her eyes. The sound of typing filled the office -Dylan was still at

he was. This was Dylan. He'd been working for

she was

thought for a second,

minutes, Aiden showed up with their food,

have to get

a little out of

as oblivious as she could could tell

to be

looking out for

confused. She was supposed to be a prisoner here.

was beautifully a

looking almost