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.

turned his head

the butler. "Whatever tricks Mr. Ferguson has left, let him use them.

butler's face tightened, but he kept that fake, polite smile. After all,

little too soon. Your feelings

so? Well, if you're done, you can

He'd practically raised Dylan, and none of the Ferguson

still hadn't said a word, and finally just said, "Young master, please be at the estate

Then he left.

felt even more upset. Mrs. Ferguson had been right-Dylan

know why she cared so much. This was

voice broke through her

"Are you mad?"

so calm, like none of it bothered him at

Everyone was already treating him like dirt,

a deep breath, and gently took the can from his

out

she caught the faintest smile on his

up she couldn't even eat. Then

né

vol.ne

would