Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 767

She let him into the car, then leaned over to buckle his seatbelt.

There were a million things she wanted to ask, but every question seemed to have the same answer: He liked her. That was it. She'd known it for a while now. Asking again would just feel pointless, or maybe even a little dramatic.

The Dylan she used to know always seemed so distant-out of reach, above it all, as if nothing could ever touch him. She'd always wondered what he'd be like if he actually fell for someone. Would he stay as cool as ever, or would he get flustered and awkward like any other guy in love?

But nope. Turns out, when Dylan liked someone, he just kept it all in—quiet, patient, almost painfully gentle. It made it impossible to push him away. Saying anything harsh to him felt like a crime.

Just like Z, she thought.

She lowered her eyes, gripping the steering wheel a little too tight.

When they got to Palm Bay, someone was already waiting for them by the gates of the old estate-it was the butler. He'd come to tell Dylan that he needed to be at the manor first thing in the morning to help with all the arrangements for Mrs. Ferguson's funeral.

Clara saw Dylan sitting in the passenger seat, silent, while the butler stood outside acting all official. It made her blood boil.

She clenched the steering wheel and snapped, "Are you finished?"

The butler looked taken aback, obviously not expecting her to talk to him like that.

She stared right at him through the window. "How far does Mr. Ferguson plan on pushing him? Is he really so set on making us get a divorce and forcing Dylan to do whatever he wants?"

The word "divorce" seemed to hit a nerve.

head to

him use them. The more he tries to tear

but he kept that fake, polite smile. After all, he

too soon. Your feelings

you can go report

used to respect. He'd practically raised Dylan, and none of the Ferguson kids ever talked back to him-let alone someone

who still hadn't said a word, and finally just said,

Then he left.

had been right-Dylan was just

even know why she cared so much. This was

Dylan's voice broke through

"Are you mad?"

sounded so calm, like none of

already treating him like dirt, and he still

took a deep breath, and gently took

out

hand, got out, and she caught the faintest smile on his

worked up she couldn't even eat.

né

vol.ne

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