Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 270

Simon was still casually wandering around the room, finally relaxing once he was sure there were no traces of another man.

"Clara, have you eaten? How about we go grab a bite together?"

"Simon, I have a boyfriend now. You should stop coming around; I don't want him getting jealous."

Simon's face turned beet red, shaking with frustration. Sure, he might not be in the high society league, but losing out to a waiter? Really? Seeing Clara's serious look just made him feel even more wronged.

"Do you have any conscience? I've gone through so much for you, and now you run off with a waiter? Are you that desperate? What's he got that I don't?"

Clara held back, resisting the urge to slap him, and instead pointed to the living room door.

"Just leave."

Simon pressed his lips together, dropping his head with a tinge of regret. He had promised to handle things better with her. Slowly, he backed out, throwing a look over his shoulder every few steps. Once downstairs, he kicked a trash can in frustration, then pulled out his phone to rally some friends for a drink.

Seated in a booth at The Moonlight Lounge, his anger simmered.

"Do you guys think she's lost it? My back's still sore from last time, and she actually told me to leave. Ha, must've hooked up with some waiter. I've probably hurt her too much before, or else her tastes wouldn't have changed so much. She used to love handsome guys."

His drinking buddies, hearing him rant, thought he was talking about Quinn. Wasn't the thing with Quinn off anyway?

Simon downed another bottle, then slumped over, sobbing. "Clara's out of her mind. Why am I even bothering? Her not-so-great boyfriend hasn't shown up since she got sick, but she treats him like a treasure. It's like she's gone nuts."

Finally, it dawned on the group—Simon was heartbroken over Clara.

"Simon, didn’t you say Clara wasn’t worth your time? You even joked about setting off fireworks if she stopped bothering you."

"Yeah, you were all over Quinn back then, and we all remember how you treated Clara."

"Exactly. Maybe Clara's just gotten really good at this game, and you've fallen for it."

Simon stared at his drink, shaking his head slowly. "She's got amnesia. Really doesn't remember anything about us, and now she slaps me for every little thing."