Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 298

When Clara came to, she realized she was already back at the hotel.

She could hear Eden sobbing, “Dylan, please, don't be mad at me, okay?”

Through the door, Dylan’s voice was chilly, yet there was a touch of indulgence mixed in.

“Just this once.”

Eden instantly brightened up, “I knew you wouldn’t stay mad at me! Dylan, when are we heading back to the city? Clara’s been asleep forever, it’s so irresponsible!”

Clara was fuming. This whole mess was totally Eden’s doing, but since Dylan wasn’t holding her accountable, Clara didn’t feel she had any right to argue.

Her head was pounding as she checked her phone and saw she had been out for two days straight.

As soon as she got up, she heard the sound of wheels. Dylan pushed open the door and entered.

Remembering the kiss, Clara took a deep breath, trying to stay calm and collected.

“Mr. Dylan, I’ve made up my mind. Once we’re back in the city, I’m planning to resign. Anna still needs me, and I intend to spend some time at the Bradford family’s company.”

The sound of the wheelchair halted abruptly; he remained seated, unmoving.

Clara turned, offering him a polite smile. “I hope you’ll approve, Mr. Dylan.”

His throat moved with difficulty, his fingers gripping the wheelchair handles tightly.

All his emotions simmered beneath the surface, but Clara could still sense a chill.

“Why?” he asked.

“It’s just to avoid any awkwardness. After what happened, I can’t just act like nothing did. Plus, I have a feeling Cedric will soon have you meeting someone new. The Ferguson family’s had a lot going on lately; it’s time for some good news.”

She got up and checked the project itinerary on her phone. The day after she was brought back, Dylan and his team went to explore the island, negotiating the project details for a whole day and night.

Clara had slept through it all, missing everything, but it also meant she could head back to the city.

Dylan watched her closely, trying to pick up on any other emotions, but when she talked about quitting, she seemed completely at ease.

His breathing became heavy, the veins in his hands standing out.

After a long pause, he turned away, his voice hoarse, “Do as you wish.”

“Thank you, Mr. Dylan. I’m planning to take the train back. I’ll get my ticket soon and might head out tonight.”

Dylan’s shoulders stiffened, but he just grunted in acknowledgment and left.

Once the door closed, Clara let out a deep breath and lay back down.

Her fever had subsided, leaving her with stark memories of that night.

She remembered Dylan’s tongue entwining with hers, his breath mingling with hers, the pressure of his fingers on her chin, his dark, brooding eyes full of unspoken thoughts.

Staying at Ferguson Corporation any longer could be a recipe for disaster; it was better to leave sooner rather than later.

During dinner, Aiden couldn’t hold back his curiosity.

On the third day, she awoke to find the room completely dark, despite leaving the lights on before sleeping.

Rubbing her eyes, she noticed a silhouette sitting by the window, unsure of how long they had been there.

“Z?”

She called out, realizing she hadn’t been in touch these past few days.

His voice was hoarse as he asked, “Where’s the shell?”

Clara froze. She had forgotten about the shell because of what happened with Dylan at Azure Shores.

“Sorry, I forgot. If you want, I can go collect some more another day.”

Z strode forward, standing before her. “What can you remember? You’ve been back for days and haven’t sent me a single message. Even a dog gets a treat now and then! You don't see me as your boyfriend; you’re just pitying me…”

Clara’s expression darkened. She had indeed been avoiding the situation, unsure how to tell Z about the kiss with Dylan, fearing his anger.

Not mentioning it felt wrong too.

In her indecision, she had avoided dealing with it.

Hearing his accusation, she suddenly felt weary.

“Clara, you don’t really like me. If I don’t reach out, you forget about me. You still despise me as you did before. You used me and then turned your back, chasing after the senior you adore. Your eyes are always on him. You hate me, you…”

His rant abruptly stopped, his tone turning dangerous, “Are you playing me?”