Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 332

"Mr. Dylan, don't worry, there's still another bowl in the pot. I'll go get it." Clara tried to ignore the pain in her hand. Right now, she didn’t have time to fuss over it.

As she turned to head back to the kitchen, Eden darted past her. "No, let me do it! You'll just mess up the dishes with your hands!"

Clara stumbled back a few steps, watching as Eden rushed into the kitchen. She gingerly touched her aching hand, staying put. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Dylan staring toward the kitchen. Was he lost in thought, or worried Eden might burn herself?

Dylan really did care about Eden.

Clara lowered her gaze, her heart skipping when she heard him ask, "Does it hurt?"

She blinked, a wave of emotion washing over her, making her eyes sting. "It doesn’t hurt, Mr. Dylan. I’m really sorry."

Eden had been right earlier. With all her mess-ups, how did she still have the nerve to stand in front of Dylan?

Dylan looked up, his eyes meeting her face. She looked so small and vulnerable, her nose a little red, her long lashes casting shadows.

He quickly looked away, his voice calm. "The Bradford land has an underground river. It's not good for building, but only Kingston and I know."

That's why the Dawson family picked up the other plots but left this one alone.

Clara's eyes lit up with surprise, and she crouched down in front of Dylan. "Mr. Dylan, thank you so much!"

The brightness in her eyes was more dazzling than the stars. It seemed to make him uncomfortable, and he turned his head away, mumbling, "Hmm."

Clara was thrilled, her heart racing. Land with an underground river wasn't worth much. Everyone thought the Dawson family would grab all the plots, so they didn't bid on this one. But the Dawson family skipped it, leaving it to Johnny.