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, eyes

make it official, but then reality

In three days, he'd have to hand Clara

was

her being married, but

were abroad: don't mess

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

like those perfect, boring socialites he couldn't

he'd be

could stay just

dropped his head

hugging her stuffed animal. "Charlie, what's

you upset?"

out crooked. "Aren't you

know I was upset?"

else always just thought he was throwing a

seriously.

side. "I can just tell.

enough? We can keep going if you

she talked,

He almost wished

met Clara. If he

to deal with

to the manor, the family doctor was still up.

face and looked confused.

a good mood—so why was he so down

"Young master...?"

his shoulders,

the entryway, Clara was struggling out of her shoes, still clutching

go see

did love those dogs—the way she looked at them

his heart