Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 212

Clara was kind of surprised, not entirely sure if she was imagining it, but the way Quinn was looking at Dylan didn't exactly scream 'business partner.'

When Quinn saw Clara walk in, her face fell. Clara worked here and got to see Dylan every day, while she had to come up with all sorts of excuses like delivering projects and discussing contracts just to get a glimpse of him. That really got under her skin.

Then she remembered that nasty little plan of hers. Ryan was still recovering in the hospital. Maybe she should make sure he never wakes up. That way, Clara could never return to the Bradford family.

The idea sent a shiver of excitement through her.

Clara caught the brief, malicious glint in Quinn's eyes and instinctively went on guard.

Quinn just gave a sweet smile. "Clara, working at Ferguson Corporation seems amazing. I'm kinda jealous."

Clara moved closer to Dylan, picking up the coffee from the table without giving Quinn the time of day. "Your perfume's way too strong. Mr. Dylan's not a fan of overpowering scents."

Right as she said it, Dylan gave a cooperative little cough, like he really was bothered by the smell.

Quinn had come with the intent to charm Dylan, so naturally she felt the rejection like a dagger to the heart.

Clara took that moment to lean in a bit. "Mr. Dylan, let me get you a fresh cup of coffee. This one's cold."

Quinn's eyes lit up when she noticed the marks on Clara's neck.

Today, Clara was wearing a high-neck top, but it was loose enough that a little movement revealed the red marks underneath.

"Clara! Do you have a boyfriend? When are you bringing him over? I'm sure Dad would be thrilled. Mom's been worried you'd never find someone."

Clara was already out the door with the coffee cup. Usually, she’d pick the finest beans and grind them herself for Dylan, but with Quinn lurking around, clearly up to no good, she just grabbed the staff's go-to instant coffee. In less than a minute, she was back.

Dylan was surprised at how quickly she returned, and as he took a sip, his brow furrowed deeply.

Clara started wiping down the marble desk with a napkin, clearly not planning to leave.

Quinn's back was ramrod straight with anger. "Clara, Mr. Dylan and I have important things to discuss. Could you step out for a bit?"

Dylan had only given her ten minutes to fix the contract, and time was almost up.

Clara gave her a smile, continuing to wipe the desk with dedication. "Sorry, I promised Mr. Dylan I'd stay by his side, and there's nothing I can't hear. I'm his right-hand woman now."