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Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 111

In the past few days, she had been steering clear of Dylan, avoiding his office unless absolutely necessary. She was doing her best to fly under the radar and even contemplated switching back to her old department.

Lost in her thoughts, Simon suddenly reached out and grabbed her hand. "Come on, let's step outside. I need to talk to you," he said.

Clara instantly pulled her hand away.

Simon frowned slightly but soon flashed a smile. "Ryan told me everything. He said you've been a bit off-kilter because of my wedding and asked me to keep an eye on you. Clara, you're a grown woman. Can't you handle this better?"

Clara took a deep breath. She couldn't shake the feeling that Dylan's gaze was locked on her—intense and unwavering, yet lacking warmth.

"Are you finished? You really think you're that important, huh? Do you honestly believe I'd lose my mind over your wedding?"

Simon was so convinced her recent erratic behavior was due to being overly upset. He wrapped an arm around her waist. "Alright, let's go see a therapist after work."

Clara had had enough. She kneed him where it hurt the most.

Simon doubled over in pain, his face turning a sickly shade. "Clara!"

Clara felt a wave of satisfaction but froze when she met Dylan's gaze. She had actually hurt Simon in front of another Ferguson. Dylan was bound to be displeased.

"Mr. Dylan, I didn't mean to, I just..."

Dylan was the most intimidating person she'd ever met. Under his scrutiny, lies felt transparent and awkward.

He looked away, his lashes lowering. "Go clean the archive room for a day."

That was her punishment. But surprisingly, it was just cleaning the archive room.

She nodded quickly. "I'll get right on it." Once outside his office, she hurried off to the Ferguson Corporation's archive room.

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