Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 342

Clara had this uncanny ability to charm anyone she set her sights on; no one could escape the web she wove.

Dylan took his time finishing his steak and then looked up at the woman across from him, offering a polite, "I've got a meeting to catch, sorry about that."

The woman exhaled slowly, gesturing gracefully, "Please, go ahead."

Clara quickly whisked Dylan away. In the elevator, she pulled out a sanitizing wipe she had ready, crouched down beside him, and started wiping his hand.

Earlier, she’d applied lip gloss, leaving a faint imprint on the back of his hand.

She carefully wiped it away, using three wipes, before letting out a deep breath.

"All clean, Mr. Dylan. Really sorry about that earlier."

Dylan pulled his hand back, staying silent.

Worried she’d upset him, Clara quickly added, "I didn’t have much choice; that woman was tough to handle."

Without her quick thinking, they wouldn’t have gotten away with it.

The elevator soon reached the ground floor, and as the doors opened, there stood Simon.

His eyes narrowed sharply, like he’d caught them red-handed.

"Clara, what’s on your neck?!"

Clara felt a headache brewing; why now, of all times? "I don’t owe you an explanation."

Simon scoffed, trailing after her, "Aren’t you dating someone? Why are you with Dylan, dressed like that, with marks on your neck? Is Dylan your side piece? Have you no shame?!"

His voice grew louder, turning into a shout.

"Smack!"

Clara slapped him hard.