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.

little glimpses of herself into her Clara updates, but after all these years,

jealousy written all over her face as she stared at him. She

as if trying to remember who Megan

realized-he'd not only stopped

you're not going, I'll look

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

into her memory forever. She didn't turn away until his car disappeared from the driveway. Only then did she finally

on her bed,

resist twisting the knife. "Mr. Dylan just got home. I told him to come see you, but he wouldn't he acted like he

ever, her body sunk

l.ne

and squeezed her hand, trying to look as comforting as possible. "If you're feeling down, I'll stay right here. You don't have to talk until you're

head and throat throbbed too much

in again. Clara seemed a

how are you feeling

turned to the maid. "Can you

and Buddy today? Thank

nodded and handed

odde

be so polite, ma'am. You've lost so much weight. Sir only rushed home and then left

feelings locked

problem between her