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."

was actually

didn't give her time to

sprawled on the sofa, his hands cradling her face, her head tilted back for

At some point, Dylan realized she wasn't

her lips, pressing his forehead against hers, his breath

together before he finally scooped her up and

quiet, not a soul around, the lights

his arms, trying her best to open her eyes, staring

little tighter. "What are you

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

kissed breathless, she couldn't

waiting for

took Clara nearly three minutes

"Boyfriend."

You could

at

almost like it was never

*

pounding,

to sit up,

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

up and opened

one look at her pale face and quickly handed her the

had no idea how she'd made

the soup down to the last drop, but

Her lips ached.

saw her licking her lips and couldn't help thinking, Wow, the missus and