Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 369

Z stayed quiet, watching as she closed her eyes, clearly making an effort not to sneak a peek at him. He swallowed hard, twice.

Clara, worried that her words might have upset him, quickly added, "He rear-ended my car, and you know he's loaded, right? He just handed me a check like it was nothing. Might as well take it; that's how the rich roll, carefree. So, what do you want? Pick something!"

After a few moments, Z took the phone from her and, without any hesitation, picked out a matching set of luxury watches, totaling a cool hundred grand.

He gave the phone back to Clara, who paid for them without missing a beat. She liked how direct Z was—when asked to choose, he chose, and when he missed her, he showed up. Compared to Dylan, who could barely string a sentence together, Z was refreshingly straightforward.

She turned off the phone, tossed it aside, and settled back onto his lap. Being with him meant she didn’t have to pretend or put on a front.

His fingers gently massaged her temples. Clara heard him ask, "Are you planning to take care of me?"

She smiled, "Sure, I'll work hard to make that happen."

"I don't need much, just as long as you don't leave me," he said softly, his fingers tenderly brushing her cheek.

Clara wasn't sure why he felt insecure, but she quickly reassured him, "I won't. Even if I get my memory back someday, I'll still be here with you."

With that, she sat up, kissed his cheek, and lay back down, drifting into sleep. She was worn out from barely resting over the past few days. Tomorrow was going to be tough—securing more business for the Bradford family was no small feat. Now that she was in charge, many were waiting for her to slip up, and she knew they wouldn’t be kind in negotiations.

In her dreams, she was a little girl in a boxing ring, practicing her stance and punches.

A gentle voice nearby said, "Clara, why not take a break?"

"Brother, I’m not tired."

"Okay, but I am. Will you rest with me?"

Though she couldn't see his face, his warmth was palpable.

A hand gently wiped sweat from her forehead, and she smiled back at him.

"Brother, can I join you on missions? I'm strong and won't let anyone hurt you."