Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 678

Chapter 678

Ever since Clara came back. Palm Bay felt alive again. The whole place buzzed—

suddenly, even the smallest chores seemed easier for the staff.

As long as Mr. and Mrs. Ferguson weren't fighting, life was sweet. Honestly, Aiden

hoped this stretch of peace would never end. For once, the infamous workaholic

hadn't touched his laptop, spending every moment tending to Clara instead.

Dylan peeled a grape and held it out to her. Clara barely glanced up from her

comic, just leaned over and popped the grape—and his fingertips—into her

mouth. Dylan, distracted, crushed another grape in his other hand without

realizing.

Clara was oblivious. She read a few more pages before noticing his silence. She

glanced over and saw him, elbow propped on the couch, hand covering his

mouth, staring out the window completely lost in thought.

She set her comic aside, peeled a grape herself, and held it to his lips. "Babe,

have one."

His eyelashes fluttered as he looked back at her, eyes landing on her bright,

innocent face. She looked so sweet—almost like a little deer, wide-eyed and

clueless.

But he knew better. This wasn't the real Clara. No one compared to the real her.

He dropped his gaze as she asked quietly, "Are you upset?"

"I'm happy." He answered right away, honest but distracted. "I was just

wondering... if you're mad at me."

He figured she probably didn't like him acting like this. Clara was always so tough.

She grinned. "No way. I'm having so much fun lately. No worries at all. You're

to me, and so is

Dylan's eyes faded the

hand, grabbed a tissue, and slowly wiped the

fingertips.

silent.

to his

stop

describe.

she pulled her hand back and

"It's kinda

truth was, she was just nervous—all hot

her comic again. But after a few seconds,

read a single word, sneaking glances at him

eye.

to say something, a smile

in.

wants you to bring Clara to the main house

big show of searching for her, and now

to see her. No one knew what

phone on in days, ignoring

he

and led

over

just snap right

watching as they drove up to the Ferguson

stuck

grand hall,

Walter's eightieth birthday

up soon and the

planning a

called

sort out the details.

the whole

saw Clara,

like he wanted

a single look from

sit down

packed, but Walter and Mrs. Ferguson

butler approached Dylan. "Sir, Mr. Ferguson is

study."

and turned to Clara. "Come up with

The butler hesitated. "Um..."

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