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."

was all Clara needed to hear. She relaxed, noticing that the car was already heading toward

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

in her seat. "Didn't you come to Capital City to see Charles? He's there too. Giving me

an eyebrow. So,

before-maybe a forgotten fling from a past trip? But with a face like hers, he was sure

he just asked,

"You look pretty much the same as

the steering wheel, amused.

she actually interested in

was thinking. People always said Norman Chester, second son of the Chester family, was the wild one-never serious, always surrounded

the more someone put themselves out there, the more likely

for me. Lucky for me, yourshowed up. If you drop me

smirk faded

visited the Fergusons, nobody let slip what was really going on. The tabloids had