Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 668

Honestly, Max and Duke weren't what you'd call cute—not in the Instagram-dog

way. They were big, intimidating, and had that look that made people cross the

street. Definitely not the kind of dogs you'd see winning "Prettiest Pup" at some

fancy dog show.

But Charles never cared about pretty. He liked strength. Pretty things were just for

show, and he had no patience for that. Max and Duke were the toughest dogs

he'd ever seen. Raised on special meds since they were pups, they didn't even

feel pain in a fight. They were just like him—made for battle.

Whenever Charles brought them to parties abroad, he instantly became the guy

everyone avoided. The socialites and heiresses would shriek the moment they

saw the dogs, making the rest of the Chester family want to disappear. Eventually,

Charles just stopped going to those parties. He got used to doing his own thing.

Even his older brother, Mitch, only ever called his dogs "impressive" or "fierce." No

one had ever said the word "cute."

So when Clara looked up at him with those bright eyes, it threw him for a loop. He

stood there, totally stunned, like his brain had short-circuited.

"Clara, why don't you just stay with me from now on?" he blurted out. "You think

they're cute too, right? We could go anywhere together."

all in,

it official, but then

three days, he'd have to hand Clara over. And

she was married now—to

being married, but

they were abroad:

Dylan's wife, she'd have to be careful

probably end up just like those perfect, boring socialites

he'd be

only Clara could

his head and started

hurried after him, hugging her

you upset?"

out crooked. "Aren't you only ten? How'd

know I was upset?"

he was throwing a tantrum—they never took

seriously.

up to him and stood by his side.

not play enough? We can keep

more she

felt. He almost wished

If he

deal with all

to the manor, the family doctor was

face and looked confused.

left in a good mood—so why was

"Young master...?"

slumped his shoulders, looking totally

the entryway, Clara was struggling out of

go

did love those dogs—the way she

his