Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 310

After stepping out of the taxi at the hotel, Clara made a beeline for the restaurant, but Dylan was nowhere to be seen in the lobby. She had to ask a server for directions, who quickly pointed her to the restaurant he was in.

As she rounded the corner, Clara spotted Dylan sitting across from a woman in a striking red dress. The woman leaned in, chatting animatedly, her back radiating confidence and charm. Dylan, however, seemed unfazed, his lashes lowered, maintaining a cool composure.

Clara hesitated, her instinct telling her to turn back, thinking she might be intruding on a date. But then the woman turned, her eyes landing on Clara with a sudden change of expression. Before Clara could grasp what was happening, the woman grabbed her purse, sauntered over, and gave Clara a dismissive once-over. "Not much to look at," she sneered, before storming off, her heels clacking angrily on the floor.

Clara stood there, momentarily stunned, until her eyes met Dylan’s. Turning back now felt unnecessary. Seeing his table now empty, she walked over and took a seat.

"Mr. Dylan," she greeted, noticing the lipstick mark on the glass in front of him. Dylan remained calm, looking up with a serene expression. "Do you need something?" he asked.

Clara suddenly realized that what happened on the island might have been just a fleeting moment, and now that Dylan was calm, his demeanor towards her seemed distant. Her own restless thoughts over the past few days felt almost silly in comparison.

With a small smile, Clara felt a wave of relief. "Mr. Dylan, I heard Quinn had a deal with Anderson Enterprises. Do you know anything about that property?"

Just as she was about to delve into sensitive business matters, another woman's voice interrupted from behind. "Excuse me, but this is my seat. Did you maybe sit in the wrong place?"