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Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 227

"Come with me to Moonlight."

"Sure thing."

Since he didn't bring it up again, she figured she'd just roll with it. Inside, she couldn't help but admire how thoughtful Dylan was. It seemed like she ought to return the favor someday.

As she wheeled him into the elevator, she bent over to say something, but the doors slid open to reveal a young man.

The guy flashed a smile at Dylan. "Dylan, what a coincidence."

This was Lincoln, one of the two sons of Dylan's third brother, Lucius, standing just outside the elevator.

Lincoln's eyes landed on Clara, and he gave a slight smirk. "So this is Ms. Clara. Who would've thought you and Ms. Clara would get along so well?"

The moment he showed up, the whole vibe in the elevator shifted to tense.

What was Lincoln doing at Ferguson Corporation? Over the years, Dylan had bought up lots of companies, and Walter sent the younger ones in the family to various branches to get some experience. Right now, only Dylan, a few of the older folks, and Simon were at the main office.

Dylan's tone was cool. "Need something?"

Lincoln had already stepped into the elevator, keeping up appearances. "Just checking in on Simon. Wondering if his wedding's still on track. As a cousin, naturally, I'm curious. Dylan, I'll catch you later."

Clara had thought about mentioning Simon wasn't around, but she didn't really know Lincoln. Plus, there was something about him that rubbed her the wrong way.

"Really well."

"Have you thought about meeting his parents?"

Clara hadn't seen that question coming. She drove in silence for a bit before speaking honestly. "Haven't thought about it yet. Want to get to know each other better first. So far, things are good."

When it comes to the sex part, things were indeed going smoothly. In adult relationships, there aren't as many twists and turns; getting along in bed often beats what most couples experience. Many girls put up with unsatisfying sex life because they love their partners, but Clara couldn't. She loved feeling taken and relished that clingy sweetness. If needed, she'd just work harder to support him.

Dylan turned his head, noticing the warmth in her eyes and the involuntary smile on her lips. He shifted his gaze to the window, resting a hand on his cheek to hide his own smile.

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