Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 787

Aiden glanced over at the woman still buried in her work. She hadn't bothered with breakfast again, and every now and then she'd look up from her desk, eyes flicking to the door like she was waiting for something or maybe someone. He

honestly had no clue what she was hoping for.

"Sir, Mrs. Ferguson wants to go to Palm Bay. Should I...?"

Dylan paused, his fingers freezing mid-turn of the page, gaze dropping to the file in his hands.

Everyone-Aiden included-always called her "Mrs. Ferguson" in front of him, whether they were talking business or not.

Dylan lowered his eyes, set the file aside, and stood up. He didn't say a word as he walked straight out.

"Sir?" Aiden called after him, but Dylan just stepped into the elevator without looking back.

Aiden leaned over and whispered to Clara, "Mrs. Ferguson, you go on ahead. I don't think he's the type to say no to you."

noticing that the car was already heading toward the downtown area. She pulled out her phone and set Palm Bay

lazy, almost playful air about him, one hand resting on the wheel. When he noticed Clara calmly setting the

"Didn't you come to Capital City

raised an eyebrow. So, she knew

forgotten fling from a past trip? But with a face like hers, he was sure he wouldn't have let

a moment, he just asked, "Have we

online," Clara said. "You look pretty much the

steering wheel,

actually

People always said Norman Chester, second son of the Chester family,

the more someone put themselves out there, the more likely it was just a mask.

the line for me. Lucky for me, yourshowed up. If you drop me off now, those people will see that you tried to help me escape, and they'll assume

faded a

and Norman's older brother visited the Fergusons, nobody let slip what was