Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 782

When the meeting wrapped up, Dylan was the first to stand and head for the door.

No one in the Ferguson Corporation boardroom really knew what was going on with him. The CEO's wife had said he'd be staying home to recover for a month, so why was he already back at the office after just two weeks? And not just back he was running things himself.

Nobody dared to ask. Everyone just quietly assumed it was because he missed his wife.

Conlan came over and matched Dylan's pace. "Sir, you've got another meeting in thirty minutes. Need me to push it back?"

Dylan frowned, his voice quiet. "Why would we do that?"

Conlan glanced at Clara, who was waiting by the glass doors outside. He hesitated for a second. "Mrs. Ferguson made you breakfast. I figured you'd want more than half an hour to eat."

Dylan's gaze shifted to Clara.

She caught his eye and smiled at him-warm and reassuring.

For some reason, he looked away, his lashes dropping. It took him a few seconds before he finally said, "Move it back twenty minutes."

Conlan couldn't hide a knowing grin. He'd never thought he'd see the day-Dylan had been acting like a machine lately, but Mrs. Ferguson was apparently the only one who could get him to change his schedule.

Clara was waiting by the door for him. When Dylan came out, she met him with a soft smile.

It's breakfast time," she

insulated lunchbox in her hand. “You don't have to keep doing

for a moment, a hint of disappointment in

someone else do it..." He almost asked if she had work to get to,

added, not quite sure

his stride. "If there's anything you want to eat, just tell me. I'll

in his office, Dylan closed the door

did he even want to

couldn't tell the difference these days-everything tasted the same. That was why he'd wanted her to

eyes down, randomly naming a few dishes. Clara remembered

on the

chopsticks for him,

"I made

it until it's super it

serving of

"..." He wanted to tell her the truth-that he couldn't taste anything. But something held him

head and

"Well? Is it good?"

a quiet

and, honestly,

She sat