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.”

quiet sigh of relief, but there was a flash of coldness in

the old man's

knocked on Dylan's

just another Ferguson family member. He was sitting in his

look at her, just kept reading

"They're worried your stomach might act up later, so they asked

Dylan realized

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

She just pushed the bowl a little

honestly wish you and Clara the best. Your grandma treats me like her own granddaughter, and I've just gone 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

everyone."

a brain could see why they'd sent her up with

what needed to

he set down his paperwork, picked up the

relaxed, a real

don't have to finish it. I just need something

she picked

away, then called out quietly,

shifting for