Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 643

Chapter 643

Clara's ankle was still aching a bit, so she quietly found a seat and shook her head when someone glanced her way.

Dylan leaned over to the manager and quietly asked them to bring up some fruit wine.

Nicholas watched it all in silence, his mood written all over his face.

When the bottles finally arrived, Nicholas couldn't hold it in anymore. "Why'd you bring her here?" he blurted out.

Clara had just raised her glass when she heard Dylan's calm reply, "I wanted you all to meet her."

No one needed to spell out what it meant for Dylan to bring a girl to meet his friends—everyone in the room knew exactly how serious that was.

Nicholas knew too, and shot out of his chair, his voice rising. "But why her? She

Richard reached out, grabbing his sleeve with a steady hand. "Sit down."

Nicholas pressed his lips together, scanning Clara from head to toe, looking for any reason to shout that she wasn't good enough for Dylan. But after a long, hard look, he had to admit-she really was annoyingly pretty.

"Tara called me tonight. She'll probably come by in a bit. Dylan, is it true? People are saying you and Tara are getting married in three months. What's really going on?" Richard just shook his head, thinking there was no saving Nicholas at this point. The atmosphere turned heavy, just

off guard-and a little awkward, since Tara was right behind him. Apparently, they'd run into each other on

over.

quietly, "Why

moment, she looked surprised, but she quickly smiled and

time they'd met

a word. She barely knew anyone here, so she just kept her head down, staring

Richard and said in a low voice, " swear, it was

on the way here-how was

know Clara

here too?"

sat down next

I had some flowers sent to Palm Bay for you. Did you see the

blossoms meant, and

of that famous temple-except Clara, who was still struggling with her lost memories. She

Cherry blossoms?

so of course the cherry trees were

down at her glass, feeling like a

a warm hand covered hers, his fingers wrapping

away, but Dylan leaned in, his voice soft. "You don't