Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 292

Clara sat back and enjoyed two bowls of clam chowder while chatting with the manager about their new project. They both agreed to check out the island later that day since developing the island hotel was a big priority.

After they wrapped up the meal, Clara dropped her utensils, grabbed a napkin, and handed it to Dylan. His palm was injured, so she gently took his hand and carefully wiped his fingertips.

Eden spotted this and was absolutely livid. She stormed over and shoved Clara aside. "Clara, back off! I know what you're trying to do. Stay away from my Dylan!"

Clara stumbled a few feet back. Seeing Dylan's silence, she figured she might have crossed a line, so she retreated quietly.

With a smug grin, Eden wheeled Dylan away, whispering softly to him. Yet, somehow, Dylan's mood seemed to drop to freezing.

Feeling a bit uneasy, Eden told Clara, "Go grab some disinfectant. Dylan and I will wait on the boat."

Clara raised an eyebrow but didn't argue. She wasn't in the mood to stick around, so she headed to a nearby shop.

When she returned, the place was buzzing with boats, and she couldn't tell which one was theirs. She asked a nearby staff member, who gave her a quick once-over, his expression unreadable.

"Are you Ms. Clara? Mr. Dylan and the others have already gone to the island. You'll have to catch up using a small boat."

Clara suspected Eden was behind this. If it meant taking a small boat, then so be it.

But halfway through, the sky turned a threatening gray, and warning sirens wailed in the distance. She asked the boatman, "Why's the weather gone bad all of a sudden? Is it safe to be out here?"

Before she got an answer, the boatman jumped into the sea, leaving Clara stunned.

Ahead, the waves were growing terrifyingly large. With no time to ponder whose scheme this was, she steered the small boat toward the nearby island.

The coastal weather was unpredictable. Even on the island, visibility was terrible, and the temperature plummeted, leaving her chilled to the bone.

Taking a deep breath, she pushed forward, though the fierce wind occasionally sent debris flying her way, one piece hitting her head hard enough to almost knock her out.

Meanwhile, twenty minutes earlier, Dylan and his team were about to head out when they got an urgent storm alert. No boats could leave for the next three days, forcing them to return to the hotel.