Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 144

Eden's eyes were all sparkly, and she shyly let her gaze wander over Dylan's face.

"Dylan, I got you a little something."

Dylan took the gift, his face a mask of indifference. "It's late. You should head back home."

She stomped her foot, a flicker of frustration in her expression.

"But I want to stay! It's been ages since we've seen each other. Don't you miss me even a little?"

Dylan's brows knitted slightly as he moved to shut the door.

Quick as a flash, Eden reached out to stop the door, her sharp eyes spotting a long strand of hair on the door frame.

It was clearly a woman's hair!

Her face went pale, and she forcefully pushed the door open.

"Is there a woman in your room? You said you'd never marry anyone!"

As the door swung wide, she stepped in, turning the corner to find the room empty.

Unconvinced, she yanked the curtains and even checked the balcony, but found nothing.

Yet, that long hair was definitely a woman's.

Dylan stood by the bathroom, his voice steady as ever.

"Eden, it's time you started growing up."

Tears welled up in Eden's eyes as she realized she hadn't checked the bathroom yet.

"You took me in back then and said all I had to do was be happy. Dylan, have you forgotten everything you promised? I have to check the bathroom!"

She tried to push past Dylan to get inside.

Dylan blocked her with his arm, his expression turning serious.

Dylan shut the door, and when he couldn't find Clara inside, he headed to the balcony. There was no one there either.

He made his way downstairs and, sure enough, found Clara huddled in a corner below the balcony.

Clara, having sensed Eden's movements in the room, had panicked and jumped to the balcony below.

Her leg was already injured, and the jump worsened it, leaving her unable to walk, so she sat there waiting.

As she hugged her knees, she saw Dylan coming.

Even without his wheelchair this time, she thought she saw a hint of anger on his face.

Her heart skipped a beat.

Dylan quickly reached her side, but he didn’t offer his hand to help her up. He simply asked, "Can you stand?"

The question sent a shiver through her. "Yes," she replied, her voice barely a whisper.