Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 125

Chapter 125

Clara let out a deep sigh, knowing full well that hiding wasn't a real solution. She set the towel aside and heard

him ask, "What's going on this time?" She really needed to get this off her chest.

"| got set up by Quinn. She lost her baby and blamedfor pushing her. Now my mom's talking about sending

After she said it, she leaned back, her eyes a bit lost in thought. Her heart wasn't made of stone. Even with her

memory issues, thinking about this stuff still hurt.

Dylan reached out his hand. His fist was clenched, and even his nails were perfect. Her mind wandered, amazed

that a person could be so flawless.

Just as her thoughts were drifting, his tightly clenched fist opened up, revealing a piece of candy in his palm.

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With Dylan's cool demeanor, the gesture was kind of... amusing.

Her gloomy thoughts vanished instantly. She took the candy with a faint smile on her lips. "I'm not a kid

anymore."

Her fingers were a bit damp and brushed against Dylan's palm. Dylan just gave her a quick glance and looked

away.

Clara unwrapped the candy and popped it into her mouth, the spreading sweetness soothing her troubled heart.

Her phone wouldn't stop buzzing. When she checked, it was either Naomi or Johnny calling, and of course, Quinn,

likely trying to make things worse. She ignored all the calls until the car pulled up outside Palm Bay.

She genuinely felt embarrassed for returning here and looking like a mess. Following Dylan into the lobby, she

spotted Jackson waiting. He was lounging with an air of ease, head slightly tilted. As soon as he heard the

wheelchair, he stood up. Céntent

His shirt was undone at the top, revealing marks on his neck, probably from a woman. Last night, he mentioned

finding someone to have sfun, and it looked like he had.

Jackson's

smile faded when he saw

Clara. He remembered it was his idea for Clara to be Dylan's

makeshift sedative and just let out a sarcastic chuckle. Clara stayed silent. There wasn't much to say to someone

who wanted her out of the picture.

Dylan got in the elevator, and she followed. She felt a bit of satisfaction as Dylan ignored Jackson completely.

Jackson realized he was being snubbed. He pressed his lips together and turned

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to the sofa in the lobby, waiting for Dylan to cback down.

Dylan reached the second floor and opened the door to his bedroom. Clara followed closely, her pant legs still

dripping water. "There are clean towels inside. Go ahead."

His tone was nonchalant, as he sat in his wheelchair, not even glancing at the bathroom. Clara desperately

needed a shower, so she headed straight into the bathroom and closed the door.

It was only when she saw the collection of men's toiletries on the counter that she suddenly had a realization.

The villa was huge,

Why didn't Dylan suggest she use one of those? He's so refined and likely particular about cleanliness, especially

with personal items.

surely there were other guest let