Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 312

As soon as she left, Aiden quietly stepped into the room, standing respectfully in front of Dylan, his mind racing with thoughts. Those bodyguards were indeed Walter’s, heading back to the Ferguson estate. If Dylan didn’t step in, what Clara said would definitely reach Walter.

Aiden was there to gauge Dylan's reaction. He stayed silent, patiently waiting. But even after ten minutes, Dylan remained focused on his documents, the sound of his pen scratching against paper filling the room.

As fifteen minutes ticked by, Aiden tentatively asked, “Sir, should we intervene?”

Dylan paused, his pen still, eyes flickering briefly before he calmly replied, “No need.”

“But…”

If they didn’t act, Walter would surely make a move. Sometimes, Aiden just couldn’t figure out what Dylan was thinking.

Finally, Dylan set his pen down, hearing footsteps approaching, knowing Clara was returning. His lips curled slightly. “I want to see what choice she’ll make.”

Aiden didn’t quite understand but chose not to press further.

When Clara entered, she noticed Aiden was there too. She placed the tray beside Dylan and meticulously wiped the spoon, offering, “Mr. Dylan, I noticed you haven’t eaten much. Please, have a bite.”

Her thoughts were a jumbled mess, and even when fragments surfaced, they didn’t connect. After Dylan finished eating, she promptly cleared the tray and returned with coffee.

Aiden stepped back slightly, observing her hustle around. During a meeting, Clara stood by Dylan’s side, ready to hand him water whenever he reached for it. Dylan’s gaze occasionally landed on her, only to shift away without much interest.

Clara took a deep breath, sometimes finding Dylan hard to please because she never knew what he truly liked. He had everything—status, money, power—making gift-giving a challenge.

As the meeting concluded, she finally asked, “Mr. Dylan, is there any gift you particularly like?”