Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 676

Mrs. Ferguson took a few deep breaths, rubbing her forehead. "Forget it. I'm done

talking about you and Clara. The folks overseas keep pressing me-it's time for

you to go abroad. When are you leaving? The elders want to meet you."

"We'll talk about it later," Dylan replied, his tone flat.

Mrs. Ferguson's face darkened, her jaw clenched. "You-"

Before she could finish, footsteps sounded from upstairs.

Clara appeared, barefoot and in comfy loungewear, her hair falling softly around

her face. She looked relaxed, almost glowing.

Mrs. Ferguson tried to keep it together, but in the end, she couldn't help but snap.

"This is ridiculous! Look at yourself! Is this how you should act? If a girl like you

marries into the Ferguson family, people will laugh at us! And you, Dylan, you

want to take her overseas? Are you trying to embarrass me?"

Clara froze in place, startled by the harsh words.

She could see it clearly now-Mrs. Ferguson did not like her.

Dylan, unfazed, waved Clara over and patted the seat beside him. "Come here."

Clara glanced nervously at Mrs. Ferguson, then quietly went to sit next to Dylan.

Mrs. Ferguson's anger was barely contained; her jaw was so tight she looked like

she might break a tooth. If she hadn't been dealing with this kind of stress for

days, she might have actually passed out from rage.

"Mother, you're scaring her," Dylan said calmly.

He picked up a glass of water and held it to Clara's lips. "Didn't you want to sleep

a little longer?"

She'd barely slept last night, crying herself to sleep, and yet she was already up.

Clara gripped his arm, sneaking another look at Mrs. Ferguson, unsure if she

should say anything.

But Dylan just set the glass down and spoke gently, his tone steady and

comforting. "Don't worry about anyone else. Are you hungry?"

She nodded.

for the housekeeper to

Mrs. Ferguson carefully, asking

join them.

Ferguson had no appetite, but she didn't want to just leave,

what Clara would

ate quietly, letting Dylan put food on

at him

to the side, gripping her spoon so

turned white.

almost unreal-Dylan actually

but right now, there was no

He was genuinely happy.

Clara, Mrs.

have hands? She can't serve

just

"Yeah?" she replied softly.

the corner

leaned in, and kissed his cheek.

honey."

lowered his eyes, a small smile

Ferguson's spoon fell to the floor with a

it. She couldn't sit there any longer. She got

got in the car, she couldn't

rang.

"Tara, Clara's been found.

to push him anymore.

grip tightened on her phone. Clara's been

would go smoothly? How did this

quickly covered it up. "I'm glad she's safe. Honestly, I was

Is he doing

thought back to

witnessed,

mix of

completely

never seen

never should've come

all. Maybe he knows

as he stays

things, that's enough

me."

forced a polite smile, her voice sounding sweet but cold. "As

Mrs. Ferguson, take care

and hung up, only for her phone to ring

was Walter.

call and drove straight to

house.

the study, Walter was

up.