Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 209

Clara slid into her car, still mulling over the advice about not rushing into decisions. Was it about love, or something else entirely? The day had been a whirlwind, leaving her drained.

When she drived home, she passed Ferguson Corporation and unexpectedly spotted Dylan. His head was lowered, and from afar, she couldn’t quite read his expression.

Pulling over, she gave him a friendly wave. “Hey, Mr. Dylan, just off work? Need a lift?”

He looked up, then glanced aside. “Yeah, sure.”

There was an awkward vibe about him that Clara couldn’t shake. She hopped out, ready to help him into the car, only to remember her ride didn’t have the fancy features like his, such as an automatic sliding board. Talk about embarrassing.

He slightly dipped his head and asked, “Am I being a bother?”

Clara’s conscience kicked in. She quickly rolled up her sleeves. “Not at all! Just a bit of manual labor involved. Can I help you in and stow the wheelchair?”

“Okay.”

As she helped him up, Clara found Dylan was heavier than he appeared. She’d seen him manage a slow walk before, so why did he seem worse today? His weight leaned into her, making her cheeks flush with the effort. Around Dylan, she often bit off more than she could chew, ending up in awkward spots.

Once he was in, she carefully folded his wheelchair. It compacted down to the size of a small stool, easy to tuck behind the seat.

After securing it, she opened the back seat and placed it by his feet. Dylan’s eyes drifted to her neck, spotting something faint, before he quickly looked away, pretending to be interested in something else.

Clara didn’t notice and settled into the driver’s seat. Through the rearview mirror, she caught a glimpse of his slight, amused smile.

“You seem to be in a good mood tonight?”

It was rare to see him so openly expressive.

“Is that so? Maybe it’s because someone finally doesn’t find me a hassle.”

Clara thought about Simon’s rumors and chuckled. Even if every woman on the planet vanished, Dylan probably wouldn’t entertain those thoughts. She admired his loyalty to one woman over the years, undaunted by the world’s chaos, maintaining his own inner peace—truly remarkable.

Her gaze softened with genuine admiration, her defenses lowering around him. “I’m not sure if this relationship is healthy. Maybe we had a history I’ve forgotten, but seeing him upset stirs something in me.”

“What kind of something?”

“I just can’t stand seeing him so down.”

Dylan averted his gaze, lips pressed into a thoughtful line. “Then do your best to cheer him up.”

Clara shot him a grateful look through the mirror. “Mr. Dylan, you really are a good guy.”

Dylan suddenly broke into a smile. “Thanks.”