Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 311

Clara was at a total loss, feeling a cold sweat break out on her forehead.

Dylan calmly pushed his glass aside, his voice cool and detached. “My father’s probably going to want a word with you soon.”

Clara had sworn to Walter earlier that she had no intentions toward Dylan. But Walter wasn’t one to buy excuses easily. He definitely wouldn’t believe her now.

She pressed her lips together, her mind racing for a way out. But it was clear there was no wiggle room here. She had to come clean.

“Mr. Dylan, I was just trying to get you out of a sticky situation. It seemed like you didn’t want to be there either.”

“Did I ask for your help?” he replied, his tone steady and oddly calm.

Clara was momentarily speechless because, well, he hadn’t asked for help. She’d just jumped in on her own. If Walter decided to act, she’d be toast.

After a beat, she asked, “So, what do I do now?”

Before she’d even finished speaking, Dylan was already maneuvering his wheelchair to leave.

Panicked, she quickly followed. “Mr. Dylan…”

He got into the elevator, and she had no choice but to join him. Once they reached his suite, and the door closed behind them, they were alone.

He headed toward the bedroom, and Clara hurried to keep up. Dylan stopped and casually unbuttoned his shirt, noticing her trailing after him, and raised an eyebrow.

“I’m changing.”