Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 648

Chapter 648

He forced himself to look away and asked, "Don't you think Aaron and Simon have been making waves for way too long? But if they disappeared all of a sudden, wouldn't that be tough to explain to Walter?"

It'd be impossible, honestly.

After all, one Lincoln had just died, and the Ferguson family barely had any young blood left. Walter's oldest son didn't even have kids. If those two vanished next, Dylan would be the first person Walter pointed fingers at.

Richard noticed Dylan wasn't saying a word, and couldn't tell if his mind was even on the conversation. He stood up. "Forget it. We'll talk some other time. Looks like you're a little... worked up right now."

Nicholas heard that and couldn't help glancing at a certain part of Dylan, but he caught himself halfway and quickly looked away, getting up too.

Jackson clearly didn't want to stick around either. At the door, he turned and said, "I'll have them seal off this place right away. Take your time."

Dylan's hand paused. He actually said, "Thanks."

Jackson was caught off guard, lips pressed together as if unsure what to say, and just quietly closed the door behind him.

Moonlight's staff moved fast, clearing a path and locking down every exit from this private suite to the back door.

Jackson really meant what he said.

Now there were only two people left in the room. Dylan looked down at her. "Everyone's gone. Still want a kiss?"

Clara's mind was a total haze. She shook her head. "It feels stuffy."

She was still leaning into him, her whole body soft and weak.

He gently pinched her chin, meeting her watery gaze, his voice low and coaxing. "A kiss will fix that."

like she was actually weighing if that was

give

his hands cradling her face, her head tilted back

knew how long it lasted. At some point, Dylan realized she wasn't responding.

her lips, pressing his forehead

to pull himself together before he finally scooped

was oddly quiet, not a soul around,

to open her

tighter. "What are you looking

kind of like my... like my...

being kissed breathless,

actually patient, waiting

took Clara nearly three minutes to

"Boyfriend."

could practically

at her, then kept

away, almost like it was never

*

with her head pounding, feeling like it

to sit

housekeeper knocked on the bedroom door. “Ma'am, are you awake? We

up and opened

pale face and

night, but she had no idea how she'd made

soup down to the last drop, but something still felt off. Her

Her lips ached.

and couldn't help thinking, Wow, the missus and sir