Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 841

When Clara walked back into the master bedroom, Dylan still had his eyes closed. But she knew him too well-not a chance he was actually asleep. His mind was always a storm, and right now, it was probably running wild with thoughts he'd never admit out loud.

She repeated what the mysterious stranger had told her, then asked quietly, "Dylan, do you think this is aimed at me or at you?"

He finally opened his eyes, staring up at the ceiling, looking lost. But it wasn't tonight's drama that had him shaken; it was something else, something deeper he wouldn't let her see.

"Clara, I just want to sleep," he said, voice flat.

She came over, worry creasing her brow as she caught the emptiness in his gaze. Gently, she pressed her hand to his forehead-just to reassure herself-then let out a soft sigh.

"Don't keep me guessing, Dylan. If something's wrong, just say it. Don't make me figure it out on my own."

He was already impossible to read, and when he chose to hide things, she felt completely shut out. She was terrified of making things worse for him without even knowing it.

But if he was the type to open up easily, maybe he wouldn't be so broken in the first place.

She took a deep breath, leaned down, and kissed him-just a gentle brush, a wordless comfort.

His hand started to reach for her, but fell back halfway.

Clara lay down next to him, her head on his shoulder, her voice soft. "You don't like Eli and Seth either, do you?"

wanted to sleep at a

for people. Just look at how

eyes shut, he squeezed her hand tight.

up with

her cheek to his chest. "Why not? Or are you just not

quietly, eyes still closed. "They hate me. Hate me so

furrowing. Something flashed through her mind, but

eyes grew dark as she closed

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someone from the Ferguson family's old estate

he'd come in acting all high and mighty.

you really have to

who sat on the couch reading his newspaper, completely ignoring the

seconds, the butler dropped to

it out? The master says he's willing to give you another chance. You should take it. He's not even asking you to leave Clara for good-you can still have her with you if that's what you want.

put down the newspaper,

wouldn't respond, turned and kneeled in front

to look down on her, but now he was

throw away everything he's worked for? If you love

her lashes, and was quiet for a moment. "If he's happy, that's all I care

that? The master was always happy until