Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 894

She didn't even let him finish. "Get better? Dylan, come on. I know exactly what you're doing. The moment you said that to me, I guessed you'd start punishing yourself. I was right, wasn't I? You really think if you don't get better, this marriage will just drag on forever?"

His lashes flickered, and his face lost what little color it had left.

Clara walked over to the dresser. Last time, she'd turned the whole bedroom upside down-she knew exactly where the marriage certificates were.

He must have realized what she was about to do, because suddenly he reached out and grabbed the hem of her shirt.

She didn't stop. She opened the drawer.

There they were: two little red booklets, impossible to miss. She picked them up and looked straight at him.

His fingers were still clinging to her shirt, his eyes empty. "Clara, please... I'm begging you..."

Her grip tightened on the marriage certificates so hard, she was close to crushing them.

away, refusing to meet his eyes. "Let's go. Your wheelchair's still here. You can make it to the registry office. There's been so much gossip about you in the Capital lately. You've always been the golden boy-did everything for Ferguson Corporation. I know you can't stand people talking about you or looking down

of Ferguson Corporation. Those people running their mouths? They're just clowns.

lips curling into a small, cold smile. "As for

let go of her

to hold it together. "I'll get someone

to leave, head down, but then she heard

caught off

was almost translucent. "Who cares what they say? As long as I'm with you-even if have to beg, even if everyone looks down on meel'd

her grip

covers.

hurt Z. You wouldn't have kept so many things from me. Dylan, I don't get your idea of love.

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back, but then dropped his

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