Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 702

Walter didn't want to make a scene, not now. "As long as you know what's really going on, that's good enough."

Dylan didn't respond. The whole group filed back into the old manor's main hall, where the chef had just set out steaming bowls of noodles.

Everyone had to eat longevity noodles, along with seafood soup. It was tradition—no exceptions.

But Dylan was allergic to seafood. He picked at the noodles, ate barely two strands, then slipped away upstairs.

Once the ancestral ceremony wrapped up, all that was left was to wait for the evening banquet.

The manor was decked out-plush red carpet everywhere, every corner meticulously decorated.

Kayla glanced over at Tara, who'd been helping out since dawn, and handed her a bowl of soup. “There's no seafood in this. Can you bring it up to Dylan?"

Tara paused, looking at her with an unreadable expression.

Kayla's heart skipped a beat—maybe Tara had caught on to her plan. She felt her face go a little pale.

But Tara only smiled, warm and sincere. "Sure, I'll take it to him.”

but there

the

knocked

another Ferguson family member. He was sitting

at her, just kept reading

set the bowl down on his desk. "They're worried your stomach might act up later,

when Dylan realized it

second, but his face stayed blank. "I'm fine. You

She just pushed the bowl

along with it. From now on, we're basically family, even f we're not the same generation. Can't we at least be friends? If you'd told me sooner that you never planned to marry me, I wouldn't have bothered learning all the Warren

everyone."

they'd sent her up with the soup-just to see where she stood with

exactly what needed to be

Dylan was thinking, he set down his paperwork, picked up the bowl, and took a

finally relaxed, a

it. I just

the spoon down, she picked up the bowl

away, then

the door, her expression shifting for a split second. She knew exactly