Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 367

Dylan stood there, head down, not saying a word. The room felt tense. Clara, feeling awkward but loyal to her friend Scarlette, hesitated to leave.

*Slap!*

The sound echoed through the hallway. Nicholas touched his cheek, trying to mask his anger with a forced smile. "Really, Scarlette? I don't get it. Every time we're together, you just toss me aside without a thought for my feelings. What does this older guy have that I don't? We were together not long ago, but look at him—not a word, not even a punch.”

If he ever found out about Scarlette and Morgan, he'd lose it completely. His misery would be everyone's problem.

Morgan adjusted his glasses, his voice calm and mature. “I respect all her decisions.”

“Respect? More like cowardice!” Nicholas spat.

Scarlette took a deep breath. “Nicholas, enough. If you're going to have a meltdown, do it elsewhere.”

“No way! Why do you treat me like this?!”

Nicholas had been spoiled by the Greenard family, always getting his way. Scarlette was the first to challenge him, breaking his heart and then distancing herself.

He had been nothing but passive and humble, and for what?

Glaring at Scarlette, Nicholas suddenly laughed. “Think you can just marry someone else? Dream on!”

He grabbed her wrist. “We need to talk.”

But Scarlette’s other hand was in Morgan’s grip, leaving the two men locked in a silent standoff.

Clara, standing a few steps away, observed the drama. Then she heard Dylan’s soft voice cut through the tension. “I’m hungry.”

His tone was indifferent, as if the chaos around him didn’t matter. Just then, the elevator arrived, and Clara quickly ushered him inside. Staying to watch the spectacle seemed inappropriate.

Once they reached the lobby, Clara suggested, “Mr. Dylan, how about I order you some takeout?”

Dylan looked up, his voice icy. “Do you really think I eat takeout?”

Of course not. Dylan wasn't the kind to settle for that. Remembering the five million she owed him, Clara quickly added with a smile, “How about I bring the restaurant's chef to cook for you at home tonight?”

Unexpectedly, Sarah shouted, “Mr. Dylan! I know I look like your lost love, and I don’t mind being a stand-in. Just let me stay by your side—I’ll do anything! I fell for you at first sight, please, let me stay!”

She tried to rush past Clara, but Clara held her back, her face growing colder.

Sarah pushed Clara away, “Clara, you lied to me first! Let me go!”

Clara felt a headache forming. If she’d known Sarah was this ungrateful, she would have avoided involving her!

Now, Dylan was upset again. Seeing Dylan already in the car, Clara quickly pushed Sarah away and joined him, shutting the door behind her.

“Aiden, please drive.”

She didn’t even bother with her own car, seeing Sarah trying to catch up, and urgently repeated, “Aiden, drive.”

Just as she finished speaking, Dylan said softly, “Get out.”

That command was clearly not for Aiden.