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.

but something about her just felt

her,

all day, leaving

gave up on work, stood up, and

a gentle gaze,

was soft, almost curious, like

her head hurt, throbbing so badly it felt like

frowned in her

felt a fingertip press against her brow, as if someone was

reached out and instinctively

"Z..."

out without thinking, clutching the hand tightly,

paused, silent, its

forehead. She tossed and turned, mumbling

in a

awake and looked around

one was there. Only the bedside lamp cast a warm

open before she fell asleep,

curtains had

Maybe she was just

lay back down, holding her hand in front of her face and squeezing it. The feeling from her dream-like she was holding onto something real-still lingered, chasing away her

a

could wait until

woke early and

Milo and Buddy