Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 148

Walter let out a gentle sigh.

"Your life is yours to live, but don't wait until Simon's cradling his kid and you're still flying solo. Once you've figured things out, give me a shout. Loads of eligible ladies in New York wouldn't mind waiting for you."

As he spoke, Walter rubbed his brow a bit. "You've always been self-sufficient, so why stumble when it comes to love?"

"Father, I'm alright as I am."

Clara stood by the doorway, feeling a twinge in her heart.

Dylan was the perfect catch, yet he was holding out for someone who'd never return. Was life playing a cruel joke on him?

Her heart ached as she saw the door swing open and Dylan stepped out, pausing just long enough to say, "Follow me."

She quickly fell into step with him.

As they left the estate, she noticed there was no car in sight, and it was at least a thirty-minute trek to the main gate.

With no other option, she placed her hands on the back of his wheelchair, and they began their leisurely stroll toward the gate.

With the Ferguson family's wealth, you'd think there'd be a car ready and waiting.

Her gaze drifted to his strong back.

Faced with the long walk, she felt the need to strike up a conversation.

"Mr. Dylan, your dad made a valid point. You can't wait around forever. Maybe having someone by your side would be good for you."

"You think I'm a helpless person who needs taking care of, huh?"

"No! No, I just worry about you being lonely."

Realizing she'd crossed a line, she quickly added, "Of course, someone like you is probably used to being alone, haha."

Her laughter faded when she heard him whisper, "Not used to it."

At that moment, Clara felt as if a giant hand had squeezed her heart.

She wanted to console him, but words felt hollow.

His loneliness could only be mended by the one he cherished, but everyone knew she was gone.

Yet here he was, waiting for someone who'd never come back.

Clara gripped the wheelchair tightly, unable to hold back. "You know, there are so many amazing women in New York. Mr. Dylan, you could really have your pick. Plenty of business marriages turn into love. You might slowly grow fond of someone, and then you'd have a partner to walk with, read with, and even travel with."

She was about to continue when he cut her off, "Is the moon pretty tonight?"