Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 808

How could Dylan possibly hold on to something like that-unless it had to do with Clara?

Right away, she remembered the red bead bracelet Clara always wore. Clara once said she'd given her boyfriend one just like it—a one-of-a-kind gift.

Now the bracelet was with Dylan. There was only one explanation.

That man's death had to be connected to Dylan.

If Dylan hadn't lost his memory, he would've kept the red bead bracelet safe, hidden somewhere no one could find it. He would never let anyone see it.

But now, he didn't remember a thing. That's why he'd been careless, why Megan had found her opening.

Megan's eyes sparkled with excitement. She couldn't stop grinning, practically buzzing with glee.

She'd thought all these days in Palm Bay had been a waste, that nothing would come of it. But now, everything had just fallen right into her lap.

Dylan noticed Megan still hanging around and slammed the drawer shut. His tone was cold. "Are you done staring?"

He couldn't care less who she was, or how many women his father had sent over the years.

All he wanted was to finish up the latest work for Ferguson Corporation and get to North America as soon as possible.

Megan barely managed to hide her excitement as she hurried to the door. "I'm heading out. Goodnight, Mr. Dylan."

Dylan just knew he didn't like her. The feeling was instant and strong.

He dropped his gaze, lashes trembling, gripping his files even tighter than before. She was... strange.

something about her just

at her, wrestling with the odd feeling she

at him all day, leaving him

up, and walked

gentle

look was soft, almost curious, like someone

sleep, her head hurt, throbbing so

in her

press against her brow, as if someone was trying to

reached out and instinctively grabbed the

"Z..."

without thinking, clutching the hand tightly, refusing

paused, silent, its owner

tossed and

trapped in

she jolted awake and looked around

one was there. Only the bedside lamp cast a warm

before she fell

the curtains had been

Maybe she

squeezing it. The feeling from her dream-like she was holding onto something real-still lingered, chasing away

a faint

could wait until

morning, she woke early and

found Megan sitting stiffly on the couch. Milo