Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 805

If these secrets had anything to do with Clara-and if knowing them meant Clara would leave him-then this was Megan's golden opportunity.

She took a deep breath, trying to hide her excitement, and let a sly smile spread across her lips.

“Tell me,” she asked, "has Clara ever been in there?"

The man's voice was as cold as ever. "Please go back."

So Clara hadn't been there. There really was something going on with that mysterious woman who sang-something that had to be related to Clara.

Otherwise, knowing Dylan, he'd never have posted so many people to keep watch. He only ever got this paranoid when it came to Clara.

Megan could feel it: this was her chance.

She went back to the main house, barely able to hide her good mood. After dinner, she put on her most sympathetic face and asked after Clara.

"Is she still not awake? Will she be okay by tonight?" she asked the maid, eyes shining with fake tears.

"She's still asleep. Probably won't wake up until tonight," the maid sighed.

"Thank you," Megan said softly, dabbing at her eyes like she was heartbroken. "Ms. Megan, you should rest after dinner," the maid suggested.

Megan nodded. "Thank you."

After eating, she slipped off to her guest room. Her window looked out at the distant guesthouse, but it was so far away that all she could see was a faint glow from the lights-nothing else.

She leaned back against the headboard, wondering again: who was Dylan hiding there?

She'd always known Dylan had a thing for Clara. That was the whole reason she'd befriended Clara in the first place.

Lowering her lashes, Megan started piecing together everything she'd managed to wring out of Simon.

Simon had said Clara's boyfriend was dead. If only she could pin that on Dylan—if Clara believed it, those two would be over for good.

mind spinning so fast it hurt. She flopped onto the bed,

few days, she'd have to keep playing the loving

years at Moonlight—she was practically a

*

finally woke up

had broken, but her head was still

felt just like the time she'd woken

as the bedroom door creaked open. Megan slipped in,

awake? You scared me half to death! You

from Clara's face. She was about to answer when a maid hurried in and knocked on the

Ferguson

Dylan, back? Why would his father let

to realize

maid quickly reassured her, "The doctor said your vocal are

not talk for now."

trying to get out

her feet hit the floor, her legs nearly gave

rush. I'll help

leaned

the top of the stairs just

was following Dylan-a new assistant, maybe. The guy glanced up at Clara, his expression cool and unfriendly, but he said nothing and fettin

Clara tried

her without so much as a

had been right-the old man must've

way to control

was caught off guard

Dylan

chance

today?

to herself. This wasn't the right