Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 221

He stood there for a few moments, just watching as she fumbled through the bag she had brought along. Blindfolded, she couldn't tell which card held the half a million, so she clutched them all.

"Go for the silver one. That's got the half a million I just transferred," she said. No sooner had she spoken than he pulled her down, his kiss as fiery as ever.

The cards slipped from Clara's hand, scattering across the bed. His intensity left her a bit bewildered, but she found it thrilling. Who doesn't love someone who's all in? No one wants a cold shoulder.

A small smile played on her lips as she patted his back. To her, he was just a waiter she had once been involved with, someone who catered to clients like her. Ever since their last encounter, he'd developed a deep crush and had been waiting for her return.

She, on the other hand, had moved on and forgotten, unintentionally leaving his feelings in the dust. Seeing him again, he was clingy and ecstatic. He’d waited alone for so long that the loneliness had become unbearable.

Clara realized she wasn't the type to keep pets, but he was like a loyal pup—always seeking her touch, never far from her side. She'd been feeling a bit lonely too, like an adventurer exploring uncharted territory alone. Now, with someone beside her, it felt pretty good.

She expected tonight would be like before—a little taste test, a sweet treat for him to enjoy. Surprisingly, he wasn't satisfied, whispering in her ear, "Is it okay?"

Clara furrowed her brow, a whirlwind of thoughts racing through her mind, leaving her slightly disoriented. Without waiting for her response, he guided her hand over his face, chest, neck—damp with suppressed longing. Even through the fabric, it was clear things were about to get intense.

Since losing her memory, Clara hadn't experienced anything quite like this. But snow that she'd decided to keep him as her sugar baby, she shouldn't leave him hanging.

"Yeah, I guess it's fine," she finally said.