Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 674

Charles lowered his gaze and took off the flower crown from his head. He walked

over to Clara, wanting to put it on her.

But Dylan moved faster—he cut in between them and grabbed the crown right out

of Charles’s hands, tossing it aside without a second thought.

The tension in the air was razor-sharp, so intense it made everyone freeze.

Except for Richard, no one even saw how quickly the two of them exchanged

blows.

Charles had pulled a dagger, aiming straight at Dylan. But Dylan blocked it with

the flower crown he’d just picked up, like it was nothing.

Clara looked down, surprised to find the flower crown in her own hands. When did

she even pick that up? Her eyes darted from Charles to Dylan, trying to make

sense of it all.

Dylan didn’t look fazed at all. He knew exactly how dangerous Charles could be—

he was practically famous for it.

Clara’s voice was soft and a little confused. “Big brother, why are you two

fighting?”

Charles pressed his lips together and slid the dagger away. “Just be good to my

sister, that’s all.”

He’d barely finished speaking when Clara grabbed Dylan’s hand and looked up at

him. “Babe, can’t my brother come with us to the Capital?”

Dylan frowned, about to say no, but before he could get the words out, Clara

a

asked,

a natural at

on the

“Alright.”

flash of happiness crossed Charles’s face. He was about to agree

The family doctor piped up, “Young master,

to talk to you. You’ll have

replaced by

feel better. “It’s okay. You can

Capital.”

away, then hesitated and

the helicopter are almost done—I’ll have someone

I’ll leave the big guys with you too. Remember

you? If anything

The “big guys” were Charles’s two

the eldest and Mitch couldn’t get him to part

If anyone else even thought about taking the dogs, they’d

their trouble.

more to him than his

that, he was handing them over to Clara—a woman

for a few days—and

said gently.

play cards with

wait for me. Promise you’ll wait for me to

find you.”

and gave

turning back every few steps, looking

could barely stand

long, drawn-out goodbye. If

know that

romance

his dogs, he

killed him on

spot—several times over.

say a word, Clara

him. “Come on, let’s

that, all his

were inside the car,