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

and

eyes faded the second she mentioned someone else.

her hand, grabbed a tissue, and slowly wiped

fingertips.

fell silent.

her fingers to his

she could stop them. The

describe.

Flustered, she pulled her hand

collar. "It's kinda

she was just nervous—all hot

again.

single word, sneaking glances at him from the corner of

eye.

a smile

in.

to bring Clara to the

big show of

see her.

phone on in days, ignoring the outside world.

he just

and led her

the car, Dylan reached over and

snap right back,

drove up to the Ferguson

she stuck to his

the grand hall,

Walter's eightieth

up soon and the

planning a huge

called

sort out the details.

whole

Simon saw

looking like he wanted

single look

sit down

but Walter and Mrs. Ferguson were nowhere to

Dylan. "Sir, Mr. Ferguson is waiting for you

study."

and turned to Clara. "Come

The butler hesitated. "Um..."

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