Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 842

His hand froze on the fork. He didn't say a word.

Clara reached over, her palm gently covering his, right where he'd hurt himself. "You're still upset about those two words, aren't you? Okay, I promise I won't mention them again."

He looked up at her, eyes searching her face, like he wasn't sure he could believe her.

Honestly, Clara didn't get why he was so sensitive about it. Her handwriting was a mess; nobody would've figured out the words meant "mentor." She only recognized them because she'd been called that before. Otherwise, she'd never have guessed. So, did Dylan really figure it out? And was he that certain?

Her head started to ache, thoughts swirling, her expression flickering for just a second.

But she softened her voice. "I won't bring it up anymore, but you shouldn't dwell on it either. Just focus on eating and getting stronger, okay? And if you ever try something like that again-seriously, I'll be mad this time."

Being mad meant she cared.

He knew that. That's probably why he went to such extremes. If she truly didn't care, she would've just walked out and left him behind.

He dropped his gaze, about to start eating again, when she added, "I have to head out later, just for a bit. Meeting a friend. You stay home and rest, all right?"

As soon as she said it, she remembered what Aiden had warned her: Don't leave Dylan alone-take him with you, or he'll get lost in his own head.

her lips together. But she was meeting Kaitlyn,

dinner, she reminded him again, "Don't look at any files while you're home, okay? Go sit on the couch, play some

was at the door, changing her shoes, when Dylan

squeezed, sharp

always felt like some abandoned stray, always bracing for the moment someone might leave him behind. He never

a steadying breath. "I'll be back in two

didn't say anything

pulled the

did she finally head out

saw Clara, she looked her up and down, only relaxing once she was sure Clara was

teased. "Always vanishing. I guess

When she and Kaitlyn first started working together, the Bradford Group was going through its roughest

She was

pulling strings behind the scenes had stayed hidden this whole time. Had she been wrong all along? Was she really just a

help thinking about last night's phone call. Maybe those people would finally show themselves if she and Dylan actually left for North America. But

just

in her chair, rubbing her forehead. "Kaitlyn, what do you think Dylan