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.

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

absorbed, eyelashes lowered, turning pages without ever noticing

finally looking back at his own work. That's when he realized

Clara.

in his chest,

reading for hours until sleepiness crept in. She hadn't been sleeping well lately, and now, almost without realizing it, she set the magazine aside, leaned into the

of his chair and quietly laid his suit jacket

just mumbled something and shifted, trying to get

back down, but nothing on his

woke up around four, rubbing her eyes. The sound of typing filled the

was. This was Dylan. He'd been working for hours without

he noticed she was awake, he asked,

second, then nodded. She

Aiden showed up with their

she wouldn't have

felt a little out

could could tell that

to be looking

to be looking out for her.

was supposed to be a prisoner here. Why were they treating her so

food was beautifully

looking