Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 883

The car stopped outside her apartment complex, but her place was only about 1,600 square feet—way too small for three people and two giant dogs. It would be a total squeeze.

Clara took one look around and lowered her lashes. "Forget it. Let's just go to Ryan's."

Ryan lived in a villa, and with only a few staff around, there was plenty of room for everyone.

He definitely wasn't expecting Clara to show up in the middle of the night, let alone with strangers.

“Clara, are you okay? You look terrible," he said, his voice full of worry.

Clara just shook her head and headed straight for the room she'd always used before. "I'm exhausted. Please show them to their rooms. Whatever's going on, we'll talk tomorrow."

Ryan stood there for a while, watching her disappear down the hall before turning to Charles.

"You were with Clara. What happened?”

Charles honestly had no idea. He raked a hand through his hair. "No clue. We'll find out in the morning. Little brother, can you find me a bed? I'm about to pass out.”

Ryan pressed his lips together and glanced at Uno. Something about him just didn't sit right.

Charles slung an arm over Uno's shoulder and grinned. “He's my best friend."

Uno frowned but didn't say anything, clearly holding himself back.

door and hovered for

of course, couldn't sleep. Her mind felt like it was about to explode. She tried deep breaths, over and over, but nothing

pillow to the floor, her

Z's disappearance was his fault,

bead bracelet and the ring were in the study. Clara had looked for them, but they weren't there, which meant Dylan

he didn't have something to hide, why would he do

she thought about everything she'd done since Z disappeared, it was ridiculous. She used to think she was just a little heartless, torn between two men. But it was so much worse than that. After Z was gone—killed by Dylan—she'd

understand Dylan. Now she realized—they were never even

her eyes burning with tears

was anyone who'd ever truly loved her, with nothing

had loved her with no

she'd let him

could she have been so

got out of bed, picked up her pillow, and forced herself to try and

The next morning.

and Uno

laid out―eggs, toast, coffee, the works. Uno kept trying to reach for

down, but her appetite

all over his

realized I did something really stupid. If done with Dylan I'm not getting

looked confused. Weren't she and Dylan doing fine just a little while ago? Dylan had even started calling