Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 328

Bridgetown was this tiny, out-of-the-way village, about a six-hour drive from the Capital, almost like you're heading into another city altogether. They hadn't even gotten around to setting up high-speed trains yet; all they had were those old, clunky green trains that rattled along slower than a car.

Ryan found some comfort in the fact that Megan was pretty easygoing. As soon as they got in the car, she started sharing stories about Clara, which piqued his interest. They chatted away until noon when Megan admitted she was tired and needed a break, giving Ryan the chance to focus on the drive.

By the time they rolled into Bridgetown, it was the crack of dawn—four in the morning. With no motels in sight, Ryan had no choice but to lean back the car seat and try to catch some sleep. Growing up with the Bradford family's luxury, he wasn't used to roughing it like this. He woke up sore all over, but by eight, he was up and nudging Megan awake.

Megan had that classic good-girl look—petite and fair-skinned. Once they were out of the car, Ryan made a beeline for the mountain path. The road was too narrow for cars, so they had to leave theirs behind. Megan noticed his quick pace and hurried to keep up.

"Ryan, why are you rushing?"

Ryan didn't slow down; Clara was on his mind, making him anxious. "Clara gave me this task, and I've got to see it through."

He was determined not to let Clara down, even if it meant pushing himself to the limit to find the old herbal medicine expert for the insomnia remedy.

Megan wasn't looking too happy, and after a few steps, she twisted her ankle and fell, scraping her skin. Hearing her fall, Ryan spun around, rushed over, and helped her up.