Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 881

When the car pulled up at Palm Bay, she could tell Dylan was dead set on

keeping the whole thing with the child and Walter a secret—for good this time. She didn't even bother asking. Instead, she went straight upstairs and found the guest room furthest from the master bedroom to crash in.

Dylan stood alone in the empty foyer, listening as her footsteps faded down the hall.

The housekeeper spotted him and lit up. "Sir, you're finally home! Is there anything you'd like for dinner tonight?"

Dylan shook his head, glanced up the stairs, and started climbing, slow and heavy-footed.

He paused when he heard noise from the courtyard. Looking out, he caught sight of a face that looked almost exactly like Charles's-only younger, as if they could be twins.

Uno saw him too, but his face stayed blank. He just kept munching through a plate piled with fruit.

The housekeeper hurried over. "He's someone Mrs. Clara brought home. Eats like he's starving, every single meal."

Dylan just nodded and went upstairs without another word.

He and Clara had slipped into this weird, silent standoff. Two days went by and neither of them said a thing.

On the third night, Clara woke up in the middle of the night, restless and frustrated. What was the point of acting like this? She'd risked everything to find him-gone alone to dangerous places. Now they were both safe. Why keep pretending nothing was wrong?

She got up and padded down the hallway toward his room.

the lights were off except for a sliver of light under his

was about to knock when his voice drifted

to do? His feelings are messing

answered, low and calm. "Sir, you already killed him. You're the one

Dylan's voice sounded lost and, in the quiet,

instinctively started to turn back,

Clara can't find out. She's still looking for the truth about his disappearance. She loves you-but she's not giving

hand braced

was she looking

echoing in her head: Z's red bead bracelet and that ring had

Megan was just imagining things. But after everything lately, it was all too much. She'd gone to the West Hill cemetery, she'd learned there was a child. Dylan just kept denying everything, refusing to admit what was right in

breath, switched on the guest room light, and stepped out onto the balcony. The

her mind came rushing

like that isn't good enough for Clara. I wanted him dead.” "Do you hate

"I do."

she was just done with it all. She

end of the hallway,

She stomped straight over and thrust the

about to lie down. He looked up,

he'd been talking

His Adam's apple bobbed like he wanted to say