Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 672

Chapter 672

The next morning, a whole crew of workers showed up on the rooftop, hauling up

heavy crates packed with sparkling gemstones.

Clara couldn't believe something she'd mentioned offhand had gotten so many

people moving.

Right then, she was in the garden, picking fresh flowers and weaving them into a

crown for Charles.

Once again, Charles was putty in her hands. Around her, he couldn't stop smiling;

it was almost embarrassing how easily she could make him happy.

"Oh, come on, what am I supposed to do with a flower crown? I'm a guy," he

complained—though his hands said otherwise as he slipped it right onto his head.

Clara laughed, gently straightening the crown. "You look best with it, Charlie."

He raised an eyebrow, grinning with pride. Suddenly, he wanted to make one for

her, too.

But his hands, so steady when it came to rough things, were totally useless with

something this delicate. After half an hour, he still couldn't get it right. Sweat was

running down his forehead as he struggled, just as the doctor came rushing in,

looking panicked.

"Dylan's here!"

The half-finished crown dropped from Charles's hands. His smile disappeared in

an instant.

him. They're both at the gate, and

master, they're not here

over. Finish the job for your brother,

going to make

crown, but his mood

anger simmering just

picked up the fallen crown and asked softly, "What

say a word. He just wanted to get

way.

front of him, looking into

because you can't make the crown? I can

the doctor

your brother."

He knew

everything.

They were so close

things fall apart now.

up the

came

and businesslike. "Charlie, don't

promised.

way about everything

you made a deal. If you

see her, you can visit

later."

his lips tight, gripping the phone

must have

his tone

say you wanted

Country Z longer? I'll talk

if he'll make an

do anything stupid,

one doubted what

If he really

and Dylan would

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