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.

so fast it hurt.

the next few days, she'd have

for years at Moonlight—she was practically

*

woke up the next

head was

like the time she'd woken up in

as the bedroom door creaked open. Megan slipped

me half to death!

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

Ferguson

Dylan, back? Why would his father let him come

tried to speak, only to realize she couldn't get a word

"The doctor said your vocal

not talk for now."

nodded, immediately trying to get out of bed-she wanted

feet hit the floor, her legs nearly

I'll help you," Megan said

leaned on her

the top of the stairs just as Dylan was coming up from

man was following Dylan-a new assistant, maybe. The guy glanced up at Clara, his expression

Clara tried to

just walked right past her without so

had been right-the old man must've

new way to control

was caught off guard by how

Dylan was

a chance What was

today?

kept her questions to herself. This