Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 736

Ryan couldn't help but let out a dry laugh—was this guy for real? Who did he think he was, asking questions like that?

Before Ryan could say anything, Dylan picked up the mug from the table and took a sip. The tea was cold and bitter.

"Clara's doing fine now," Dylan said, his tone almost casual. "As her brother-in- law, isn't it normal to check in with you about her past?"

Brother-in-law? Ryan nearly lost it. What a load of crap. Everyone knew Dylan had forced Clara into that marriage.

Ryan took a slow, steadying breath, ready to snap back, but Dylan looked up, meeting his eyes. "Did Clara used to lose her memory a lot?"

The way Dylan said her name-soft, almost gentle-made Ryan grit his teeth. But the question was serious, and Ryan had no choice but to swallow his irritation. He dropped down onto the couch with a heavy sigh.

"How is Clara doing now?" he asked, his voice rougher than he meant.

"She's okay," Dylan replied.

chasing after Simon, she'd forget who we were every few months. Like clockwork-bam, another episode. She was obsessed with Simon, practically followed him everywhere, even when people laughed at her. My parents were embarrassed. Honestly, we all thought she was faking it, trying to get Simon's

his chest, like

would make fun of her. I tried talking sense into her; she never listened. After a while, I got tired of it. I couldn't believe someone like her was my sister. So every time she said she'd

And I started thinking-maybe all those times she lost her memory were real. We just

was why he was willing to sit here and talk with

quiet, caught up in his own thoughts. After a long pause, he finally spoke, his

remember. Back then, Clara only had eyes for Simon. Things were bad between us, so I wasn't really paying

stood up,

after him, blurting out, "Dylan, I don't know everything, but I do know Clara really hates you. Whenever

paused for a second, silent, then walked out without another word. He slid

right," he admitted quietly. "Clara's had memory problems

beside him, handing over a thick stack of