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.

sliver of light under his door. He never did

knock when his voice drifted through

do?

low and calm. "Sir, you already killed him.

it..." Dylan's voice sounded lost and, in

back, but

the truth about his disappearance. She loves you-but she's not giving up on the

froze, one hand

she looking

Megan's words echoing in her head: Z's

too much. She'd gone to the West Hill cemetery, she'd learned there was a child.

stepped out onto the balcony. The

her

for Clara. I wanted him dead.”

"I do."

it was the stress-or maybe she was just done

the hallway, Dylan's bedroom was still

hesitate. She stomped straight over

down. He looked up,

he'd been talking to was

stared at Dylan. His Adam's apple bobbed like he wanted