Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 806

"Mr. Dylan, Clara's seriously hurt. Aren't you going to check on her?"

Dylan stopped in his tracks, glancing at the woman beside him. Megan couldn't remember the last time they'd actually looked each other in the eye like this.

Truth was, she'd had Dylan's contact for ages—he'd even added her first. Back then, she'd been over the moon, until he messaged: "Can you update me about her now and then?"

He'd come to the school once-probably for Clara's graduation. Clara was right in the middle of everything, soaking up everyone's attention, complaining to anyone who'd listen about her missing uniform.

Megan had fallen for Dylan at first sight. Just one look, and she was a goner. That's why his message had hit her like a bolt of lightning, leaving her stunned for days.

Even though she told herself she'd heard him right, she still couldn't resist adding him back. It was Dylan, after all there weren't many people in the whole city who didn't know his name.

That was when she realized that, behind all the family reputation and good looks, he could still pine for someone in secret. And for what? Clara? Just because she was the Bradford family's precious daughter?

Jealousy dug deep, growing wild inside her. She hated that the woman Dylan cared about wasn't her.

Now, she finally knew the truth-Clara wasn't even a real Bradford. Just some outsider. So why was Dylan so obsessed?

It felt like fate had finally taken her side. Dylan didn't care about Clara anymore.

Megan thought about all the times she'd messaged him, the sting of disappointment always threatening to make her cry. Every social post she wrote was carefully crafted, hoping he'd notice her. But the only time he ever liked her posts was when they were about Clara.

And every time he hit that like button, she'd be happy for days.

herself into her Clara updates, but after all these

Megan's eyes were rimmed red, her jealousy written all over her face as

remember who Megan was even talking

confusion, Megan realized-he'd not only stopped caring, he'd

Mr. Dylan. If you're not going, I'll look after Clara

didn't say a word. He just turned, grabbed his folder,

wishing she could somehow burn that image into her memory forever. She didn't turn away until his car

on her bed, lost in thought, staring

Dylan just got home. I told him to come see you, but he wouldn't he acted like he didn't even know

ever, her body sunk back against

l.ne

look as comforting as possible. "If you're feeling down, I'll stay right here. You don't have to

and throat throbbed too much to even

Megan came in again. Clara

how are

moved. She turned to the maid. "Can

Buddy today?

nodded and

odde

rushed home and then left again. If there's some misunderstanding between you two, please

her feelings

problem between her and Dylan was