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.”

out a quiet sigh of relief, but there was a

to make sure the old

walked upstairs and knocked

just another Ferguson family member. He was sitting in his study,

just kept reading

your stomach might act up later, so

realized it was

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

offended. She just pushed the bowl

me sooner that you never planned to marry me, I wouldn't have bothered learning all the Warren family rules. When your grandma called me

everyone."

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

what needed to

paperwork, picked up the bowl, and took a

finally relaxed,

have to finish it. I just need something

set the spoon down, she picked up the bowl

her walk away, then called out quietly,

expression shifting for a split second. She knew