Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 254

Clara felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her as she noticed all the staff on the top floor watching her and Simon's dramatic entrance.

Simon kicked open the CEO's office door with one swift motion. There was Dylan, sitting calmly at his desk like nothing in the world could ruffle him. Simon let out a mocking laugh and slammed the door shut, blocking out the curious eyes from outside.

Releasing Clara's hand, Simon turned to her with a challenging glare. "Go on, spill it! You said Dylan isn't your boyfriend. So who was the guy last night, huh? Who was making you feel so good?"

Clara pressed her lips together, her face turning a deep shade of red. Simon always had a knack for humiliating her in front of Dylan.

Dylan, engrossed in his paperwork, seemed completely uninterested in their squabble.

Simon, irritated by Dylan's cool demeanor, snatched the files from his hands. "Dylan, was it you with Clara last night?"

Clara's anxiety spiked at Simon's confrontational stance. She worried Dylan might react as he had once before with Lincoln—calmly but decisively, maybe even lethally.

Simon might be a fool, but he didn’t deserve to die. Clara yanked him back towards her. "Mr. Dylan, I'm sorry I couldn't stop him."

Dylan paused, pen hovering over the paper, and glanced at Clara's protective stance in front of Simon. For a brief moment, he caught a glimmer of caution in her eyes.

Without looking at her again, Dylan smoothly retrieved the stolen documents. "Has your boyfriend ever seen you defend another man like this?"

Clara's previous boldness crumbled at his words, replaced by a creeping sense of guilt.

Dylan continued signing the papers at a leisurely pace. "Especially when that man used to be your fiancé."

Clara felt her confidence wane further, but Simon suddenly spoke up with smug satisfaction.

"Ha! So what if Clara is siding with me? It's obvious she cares about me and doesn’t want me to suffer Dylan's wrath. Seems like Clara's boyfriend isn't you after all, Dylan. I thought you were more impressive than that. Guess you couldn’t outmaneuver another man, huh?"

Simon felt triumphant, convinced now that Dylan wasn't Clara’s mystery man. Could it be someone she met on the outside?

If that were the case, Simon thought, such a guy would be easy to deal with. He planned to uncover this mystery man’s identity—if he was just a waiter, Simon would offer him a substantial sum to disappear from Clara’s life, paving the way for himself to step in and make Dylan envious.

The more Simon thought about it, the more optimistic he became about his prospects.

Feeling quite pleased, he grabbed Clara's hand again. "Clara, come on. I have new evidence to show you."

Clara shook off his hand. "I'm still at work."

Simon glanced at Dylan, his smugness returning. "Fine, I'll wait for you to finish. By the way, what does your boyfriend look like? Why doesn't he want to be seen with you? Is he too ugly? You should think about your future kids. If you pick an ugly guy, you'll have ugly kids."