Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 647

Chapter 647

Tara had to summon every bit of self-control she had not to burst in and drag the two of them apart.

She stepped back, quietly closed the door to the suite, and through the shrinking gap, she caught a glimpse of Clara's flushed face-Clara tried to turn away, but he firmly cupped her chin, pulling her back for another kiss.

The door finally clicked shut. Tara stood outside, half hidden in the darkness, her expression as cold and fierce as a thunderstorm.

Just then, Flynn stepped out from the neighboring suite. He saw Tara standing there, spaced out, and came over.

"Tara, why aren't you going in?"

Her face quickly smoothed into something normal. "Uncle, when you said you'd help me, did you really mean it?"

It was only then that Flynn noticed her red eyes, the way she looked like she might cry at any second.

When his sister was dying, she'd made him promise to take care of this niece of his.

He reached out, pulling her close, and led her down the hall to another suite. "What's wrong? Tell me what happened."

bit her lip, that scene with Clara replaying in her mind, and

sat her down, pulled out a tissue, and handed it

her eyes, then tilted her head back, trying

she could take down Clara without even

a spark of admiration flashed in his eyes. "I'll figure something out. I'll be in Capital for a

"Thank you, Uncle."

Once she got herself together, she

door, Clara felt like

away, her voice barely above a whisper, a little desperate.

eyes closed,

hand was still on the back of her head, holding her

brushed a stray strand of

"Alright, I'll stop."

healthy dose of alcohol-Clara

finally looked up and took in the

place, clearly wanting to leave but unsure if he should, so he just sat there, stubbornly

who'd been shocked at first, now stared into his glass as if he

his phone, acting like none of this