Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 120

Simon felt utterly humiliated like someone was choking him. A tidal wave of indignation swept over him. Clara's neck bore a mark that was unmistakably the result of a kiss. She had spent all night at Dylan's villa, and now she had this mark. It was clear how close they had gotten.

He should have been furious, but more than anything, he felt panic creeping in. His lips trembled for what felt like ages, and his breathing became rapid.

Covering her neck, Clara spoke in a nonchalant tone. "It's just a mosquito bite. Why are you making such a fuss?"

Her eyes showed genuine confusion like she couldn't fathom why he was overreacting.

"What?!" Simon sneered, dripping with sarcasm. "Stop lying to me!"

If he hadn't had his own share of sex life, maybe he would’ve bought her story. But after countless nights with Quinn, he knew exactly what that mark was. The soft pink hue indicated that whoever left it hadn't even been rough.

Simon suddenly shot a glare at Dylan, noticing his calm demeanor. Tears welled up in his eyes. "Dylan..."

Dylan looked up, his face a blank slate. "Is there something you need?"

Simon choked up, biting his lip in frustration. But he didn’t have the guts to confront Dylan head-on, so he turned to Clara. "You're shameless, Clara. Absolutely shameless!"

Clara was getting ticked off now. "Are you out of your mind?! What is on your mind? I said it's a mosquito bite! People with filthy minds see filth everywhere!"

She finally realized Simon thought she and Dylan had something going on. Wow, talk about imagination...