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.

she saw it—a tiny photo album, barely bigger

this album had secrets-like she was about to

breath, bracing herself,

a single

it's all over,

frowned. Was this some kind of

serious about the album; there definitely should've

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

was exactly like the note she'd found at the Bradford family house. If

brain hurt, flipping through the album again

for now, it's not

beat. Now she was sure-someone was out there,

had they slipped this note

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

every move? And

one warning her to keep Dylan from going to North

Dylan the

Dylan had never gotten along-was someone working behind the