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.

Clara's door and hovered

couldn't sleep. Her mind felt like it was about to explode. She tried deep breaths, over and

floor, her chest rising and

If he said Z's disappearance was his fault,

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

something to

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

understand Dylan. Now she realized—they were never even in

tight, her eyes burning with tears she

who'd ever truly loved her, with nothing held back, it was

her with no

she'd let him

have been

got out of bed, picked up her

The next morning.

she came downstairs, Ryan, Charles, and Uno were already waiting for

out―eggs, toast, coffee, the works. Uno kept trying to reach for food, but Charles kept shooing him away, saying

down, but her

written all over his face. "Clara, what's

really stupid.

Weren't she and Dylan doing fine just a little while ago? Dylan had