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 for a moment. In the end,

was about to explode. She tried deep breaths, over and over, but nothing

hurled her pillow to the floor, her chest rising and falling with

never lied. If he said Z's disappearance was his fault, then it

in the study. Clara had looked

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

to think she was just a little heartless, torn between two men. But it was

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

breath, jaw tight, her eyes burning with tears she

there was anyone who'd ever truly loved her,

Z had loved her with

let

she have been

her

The next morning.

downstairs, Ryan, Charles, and Uno were

to reach for food, but Charles kept shooing him away, saying they had to

but her appetite

leaned in, worry written all over his face. "Clara,

her face pale. “I just realized I did something really stupid.

just a little while ago? Dylan had even started calling himself