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.

Clara was 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.

stared down at his mug, a strange ache tugging at his chest, like something

his memories, his anger fading. "Clara was always good to me. She'd cook for me whenever she had time. But when she was around Simon, people would make fun of her. I tried talking

then. And I started thinking-maybe all those times she lost her memory were real. We just didn't want to believe it. I've been digging into it, trying to

sit here

quiet, caught up in his own thoughts. After a long pause, he finally spoke, his voice low and rough. "Did she ever mention anyone important to her?

don't remember. Back then, Clara only had eyes for Simon. Things were

stood up, ready

know everything, but I do know Clara really hates you. Whenever you're around, she avoids you like

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

at Palm Bay Café, Dylan sat across from the doctor. "You were right," he admitted quietly. "Clara's had memory problems in the past. She lost her

beside him, handing over a thick