Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 859

He'd been watching her for years, knowing every little detail about her life—while she couldn't stand him.

What was going through his mind back then, someone so proud and untouchable?

Clara didn't even want to know. Dylan always kept his deepest thoughts hidden, and she could only imagine how much pain he put himself through.

She stayed there for hours, lost in thought, until she suddenly remembered something: ages ago, an old alternative medicine expert had handed her a jar filled with herbs, swearing it was for making a special soup and insisting she take good care of it.

Maybe there was a clue inside?

She'd taken the jar home and just tucked it away, totally forgetting about it.

Now, her heart started to race. She grabbed her keys and drove straight home.

The whole trip took forever-by the time she finally made it back, it was already the early hours of the next day.

But she wasn't tired at all. She went straight into her apartment and dug around until she found the jar.

She popped the lid open. Just a bunch of dried herbs.

out, and that's when she saw it—a tiny photo album, barely bigger than her hand,

had secrets-like she was about to see something

a deep breath, bracing herself, and opened

a

over, I'll come

frowned. Was this some kind

had been so serious about the album; there definitely should've

was gone. Someone must have broken in, taken whatever was inside, and left her this note

If it was the same person... could it

through the album again and again.

now,

Now she was sure-someone was

had they slipped this note

asked building management to check the security footage, but there was nothing unusual. The recordings

someone tracking her every move? And what did they

mysterious phone call, the one warning her to keep Dylan

the real

had never gotten along-was someone