Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 432

She immediately thought about that drink. At a party this big, getting it directly to her was no simple feat.

Scanning the room, her eyes quickly found a familiar face—Simon. As soon as he spotted her, he made a beeline in her direction.

"Clara, are you okay? You look a little off."

Clara opened her mouth to respond, but then a sudden wave of heat hit her, like thousands of little ants crawling all over her skin. The itch felt like it was coming from deep inside her bones, and no amount of scratching could ease it.

She lowered her gaze and shook her head. With so many people from their circle present, clinging to Simon would only fuel the gossip mill, branding her as desperate for his attention.

Instinctively, she turned to find a quiet corner to hide. But Simon reached out and caught her wrist.

"Clara, seriously, what's up? If you’re not feeling well, let me take you home."

Clara's world was already spinning, and she didn’t have the energy to argue. She desperately needed someone to hold her; this drug was really messing with her.

Simon stepped closer, but Clara pushed him away. "Keep your distance."

Her strength surprised him, causing him to stumble back. Given their history, any interaction between them was bound to attract attention, and sure enough, people were watching, eager for some drama.