Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 50

Simon offered a respectful nod. "Uncle Dylan."

Quinn echoed, "Uncle Dylan."

Dylan's eyes landed on their clasped hands, and he said in a cool and detached tone, "Who said you could call me that?"

Quinn hadn't expected such bluntness, and her face flushed with embarrassment. But this was Dylan, the head honcho of Ferguson Corporation. Even if he wasn't at his peak anymore, he was still a powerhouse no one dared to mess with.

Quinn felt her cheeks burning, wondering why. Why was he always so cold towards her, both now and in the past? Wasn't she attractive? Loads of people adored her, and her family showered her with affection. Even Simon's friend, Colton, was head over heels for her.

In her world, a little smile or a hint of vulnerability was all it took to have men eating out of her hand. Except for Dylan...

Maybe it was her competitive streak, but the more aloof and self-contained Dylan was, the more she longed to see him unravel for her.

‘Just you wait,’ she thought. She'd have him wrapped around her finger sooner or later.

Simon quickly pulled Quinn close, wrapping an arm around her waist, "Uncle Dylan, my engagement to Clara is just on paper. She's the one hanging on and refusing to let go. Quinn is mine, and one day, I'll marry her."