Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 895

She rolled the wheelchair in front of him, but he walked right past it without a glance.

Clara frowned, took a slow breath, and fell in step behind him. He was still hurt- determined as he was, he couldn't get far before he had to stop and get his breath back.

She waited quietly at his back. Aiden was up front driving, Dylan in the back seat. Clara slid in next to Dylan, and the air in the car felt thick, heavy with things left unsaid.

Aiden kept his eyes on the road. Dylan had his eyes closed. Clara didn't bother breaking the silence.

They drove like that until the car stopped in front of the civil affairs office. Clara got out first, waiting outside for Dylan.

He stayed in the car for a moment, then slowly opened his eyes and stared at her through the open window. He'd looked at her like that before, but this time, there was something final in his gaze-like he was saying goodbye.

Dylan always did things his own way, always to the extreme. Clara couldn't shake the feeling that if they really went through with this divorce, she might never see him again.

She tore her eyes away and said quietly, "Do you need help getting out?"

He lowered his lashes, fingers resting lightly on the door handle. "No."

His voice was weak and rough, but when he finally stood up on the pavement, he looked as calm as ever.

Clara walked ahead, stopping every so often to wait for him to catch up. He moved so slowly, wounded and stubborn, that the short walk to the entrance felt endless.

A sharp, uncomfortable ache pressed against Clara's chest. She didn't dare look

forcing herself to keep her emotions

hide their surprise when

the same woman who'd helped

been too busy mopping sweat from her brow to listen. That day had left

two would

clerk glanced

pale, coughed a few times

the divorce window and handed over their paperwork. A couple of staff members who recognized Dylan exchanged uneasy glances. He just stood there, not moving, like he'd been rooted

atmosphere in the

a smile. "We get the divorce certificate here,

deep breath. "Hi,

"What policy?"

Dylan. "Mr. Dylan, do you

his lips

you two can't agree, you'll have go

month There's a mane

can just process the divorce right away."

thought she'd misheard. When they got married, she'd said she didn't want to, and the staff had acted like they couldn't hear her at all Now for the divorce, Dylan says no, and suddenly it matters.

really need a

clerk looked apologetic. "Ms. Clara, please

and I

laughed. She didn't know what to say. If she kept arguing,