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

to keep her

hide their surprise when

same woman who'd

forced, but the clerk had been too busy mopping sweat from her brow to listen. That day

these two would come back to get

clerk glanced instinctively at

few times into his hand, but said

window and handed over their paperwork. A couple of staff members who recognized Dylan exchanged uneasy glances. He

reason, the atmosphere in the

a smile. "We get the divorce certificate here,

took a deep breath. "Hi, Ms. Clara. There's

"What policy?"

documents, the clerk turned to Dylan. "Mr.

his lips

have go home and think it over for

month There's a mane

can just process

she didn't want to, and the staff had acted like they couldn't hear

like Dylan-did he really need a cooling-off

"Ms. Clara, please don't make this harder

month, and I promise

say. If she kept arguing, she'd