Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 896

She didn't say another word. She just stuck out her hand, flagged down a cab, and left.

In the cab's rearview mirror, she caught a final glimpse of Dylan. He was still standing where she'd left him, not even bothering to get into his own car, just staring in the direction she'd gone.

Her chest tightened with a sour ache. But what could she do? He was tied to Z's death-there was no getting around that.

She blinked hard, forcing all the messy emotions back down.

The cab driver must've noticed her mood. He tried to lighten things up. "Hey, if you really don't want the divorce, I can always turn the car around. Your husband -he's handsome, drives a fancy car... I bet a lot of women would want a guy like that. Maybe give it another thought?"

Clara managed a weak smile. "He treats me well. We're just... not meant to be."

The driver gave a sympathetic click of his tongue. "Fate's weird like that, huh? But sometimes, if you want something, you just have to go for it. If you're happy right now, isn't that enough? If everyone worried too much about the future, nobody would ever be happy."

Clara didn't answer. She just leaned back and stared blankly at the car's ceiling.

Meanwhile, Dylan didn't budge until the cab was completely out of sight. He stood there, refusing to get in his own car.

It wasn't until Aiden spoke up, "Sir, you should get in the car. You really can't be standing out here with your health."

Dylan just grunted a quiet "Mm" and finally slid into the back seat.

mirror, relieved that the divorce hadn't gone

would

steering wheel, Aiden hesitated, then said, "They still need you at Westhill

pressed tight, lost in thought. He didn't say a

*

Ryan's place, Clara's mind

when Ryan came home from work. "Clara, did you

accident by the bridge today? Some luxury car crashed into a truck. It's been all over the news. The license plate looked really familiar, and

dropped. She snatched the remote

even showed security footage: the luxury car burst into flames as it went off the bridge. With all that high into the

the remote and

didn't really get what was happening, but when he saw how pale

car must have

was Dylan's

own car and sped straight

Aiden, were missing.

had gathered along the shore. Reporters were everywhere,

this was the CEO of Ferguson Corporation. It was huge

in chaos. Dylan-caught

thread before the