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 bring

housekeeper approached Mrs. Ferguson carefully,

join them.

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

Clara would

put food on her plate.

him and

to the side, gripping her spoon

turned white.

was almost unreal-Dylan actually

years, but right now, there was

He was genuinely happy.

such care of Clara, Mrs. Ferguson finally burst out, "What,

She can't serve

respond. He just

"Yeah?" she replied softly.

the corner of

leaned in, and kissed

honey."

eyes, a small smile tugging at

fell to the floor with a

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

in the car, she couldn't calm

rang. It

"Tara, Clara's been found.

don't want to push him anymore. Let's just see

tightened on her phone. Clara's been found? Didn't

smoothly? How did

"I'm glad she's safe.

Dylan. Is he

Ferguson thought

witnessed,

mix of emotions.

completely different

seen him

I never should've

Maybe he knows

As long as

things, that's enough

me."

smile, her voice sounding sweet but

Ferguson, take care

only for her phone

was Walter.

ignored the call and drove straight

house.

entered the study, Walter

up. "How's