Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 178

Scarlette walked in, arm-in-arm with a guy Clara didn’t recognize. Clara gave him a friendly smile.

Scarlette, unaware of who was in the private room, introduced him anyway. “Hey, meet my boyfriend, Morgan. He’s a university professor.”

Clara reached out to shake his hand. “Nice to meet you, Morgan.”

Morgan looked like he was in his thirties, radiating that magnetic charm only a mature guy can pull off.

“Pleasure to meet you,” he replied.

Clara was there to drop off some documents. As she was about to make a quick exit, a familiar voice from inside interrupted her plans. “Scarlette, you’ve got a boyfriend and didn’t even bring him home?”

Scarlette hadn’t anticipated Nicholas being there; her smile faltered for a brief second.

Nicholas had already swung open the door and was eyeing Morgan with interest. Even Clara, who wasn’t the most perceptive, could feel the tension in the air.

Was there a sibling rivalry or something?

Nicholas didn’t linger on Morgan for long before delivering a jab, “Your taste in men is as outdated as ever.”

Scarlette flicked her curls back with a sigh, “Nicholas, could you be a bit more polite?”

Nicholas shrugged, stepping aside. “Well, since you’re here, why not join us for breakfast?”

Scarlette was about to decline, but Nicholas cut her off with a knowing look. “Morgan, you’ve never met her family, have you?”

Scarlette chuckled, “Alright, we’ll join. Hope we’re not interrupting, Mr. Dylan.”

She addressed this to Dylan, who nodded from his wheelchair.

Clara didn’t want any part of the brewing storm, so she quickly settled into a seat next to him.

Scarlette and Morgan took seats together, while Nicholas sat solo.

A waiter knocked gently. “Ready to serve the dishes?”

Silence.

The waiter felt a shiver, and then a voice as soft as a whisper broke the quiet. “Yes, go ahead.”

Dylan then turned to Clara. “Anything you’d like in particular?”

Clara felt a bit on edge. The vibe was okay, but something was off. “I’ll have hatever you’re having, Mr. Dylan.”