Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 793



He didn't bother saying anything-just grabbed a shirt and headed for the bathroom.

Clara, always a little clueless about these things, stayed put on the bed, waiting patiently.

When Dylan came out, he went straight to the closet, searching for a pair of pants. Clara didn't even try to look away. He hesitated, then ducked back into the bathroom to finish getting dressed.

Finally, when they were both ready, Dylan opened the door to leave.

"Where are you going? Are you coming home for dinner tonight?" Clara called after him.

He paused in the doorway, holding back for a few seconds before finally answering, "No. I won't be back tonight."

He had meetings lined up with a few business partners, and after that, he'd probably head to the old Ferguson family estate.

"You're going back to your family? What if your dad tries something again? What if, by the time you come back, whatever little bit of feeling you have for me is just... gone? I just don't trust him at all, and you don't even remember anything right now, you—"

Her worries kept tumbling out. After all, Dylan's father could easily manipulate him in his current state. What if Dylan came back even colder than before? They never really belonged in each other's worlds. If he shut her out completely, she might never see him again. After what happened, his father would probably do everything he could to get rid of her.

Dylan's hand tightened on the doorknob. He hesitated, then turned and slipped a signet ring onto her thumb.

"Keep this safe."

Clara pressed her lips together and looked up at him, searching his face.

He paused, then gently cupped her cheeks and kissed her-soft and fleeting. The warmth of him, the familiar scent, made her heart ache. But he pulled away quickly, holding himself back.

"If that day comes, take this and find me in North America."

Clara went up on tiptoe, pressed him back against the wall, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him-his lips, his jaw, his throat, his collarbone.

He froze for a split second, then gave in and kissed her back. They lost themselves in each other for what felt like forever, until Dylan suddenly broke away, his voice rough. "I really have to go."

Clara grinned, but there was worry in her eyes. "What if Walter tries to get rid of me? I wouldn't stand a chance."

Dylan's eyelashes trembled as he looked away, gaze landing on the flush in her cheeks.

"If I die, you'll never see me again," Clara said with a teasing smile. "And if you forget me completely, even if begged for your help, you probably wouldn't care. When you're cold to someone, you really don't hold back."

He listened as she rambled on, then opened the door and called to the man in

black waiting outside. "From now on, you stay with her."

The guy-Kay, as Clara called him—had been hanging around Palm Bay for a while.

Clara bit her lip. "Just him? Isn't that a little risky? Walter's not exactly easy to deal with-he could probably take Kay out without breaking a sweat."

She couldn't see Kay's face, but Dylan could tell he was offended, just from the way he stiffened.

Dylan couldn't shake the feeling that Clara kept asking for more so much that she was pushing some invisible boundary.

He looked down. "He'll be with you. And everyone in Palm Bay answers to him."

Clara brightened, clearly pleased. So

Kay was that important. No wonder

he was always around. That meantnoveldrama

even if Dylan forgot her, she could

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still come and go in Palm Bay as she

liked.

"So from now on, Kay only listens to me, right? Good. That makes me feel a lot better."

Dylan nodded, but didn't leave right away. It was like he was waiting to see if she'd ask for anything else.

And honestly, it seemed like he might just give it to her.


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