Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 528

Clara was kneeling on the cold marble floor of the hall, sitting perfectly still, her eyes glued to the TV. She didn’t even blink as the news scrolled by.

It was almost morning, but Dylan still wasn’t back. What if Walter had punished him? The thought made her chest tighten with worry. Every so often, she’d glance at the door, rubbing her knees to try and get some feeling back.

The news had been running non-stop all night. The reporters just kept rehashing Henry’s scandal and stirring up more gossip about the Ferguson family. Everyone was talking about them now—Walter especially, since he’d once stepped down from that same spotlight. There was no way they could avoid attention this time.

Clara let out a long sigh, just as she heard a car engine outside. She craned her neck, heart pounding. Headlights flashed across the window, then footsteps echoed at the door.

Aiden walked in.

She met his eyes, then quickly looked past him, searching for Dylan. He wasn’t there.

“Aiden, where’s Mr. Dylan?”

Aiden gave a sharp, humorless laugh and hung his coat on the rack. “Thanks to you, Clara, the boss has to get married within two weeks. Walter’s orders.”

Clara’s mind spun. “Wait, what does Eden have to do with Mr. Dylan getting married? Is Walter making him marry Eden?”

Aiden’s face darkened as he strode closer. “Clara, do you even listen to yourself? You saw the news, didn’t you? The boss leaked Eden’s background info to protect you. Now the whole Ferguson family is in the crosshairs. Walter thinks he’s got feelings for you, so he’s forcing him to get married—just to kill any chance between you.”

He rattled it all off, and Clara barely caught half of it.

Who liked who?

Dylan… liked her?

She almost laughed at the idea, but the look on Aiden’s face made her pause. She rubbed her aching knees, suddenly unsure.

“So… you mean Mr. Dylan likes me?”

Her smile faded as she met Aiden’s serious gaze. Bits and pieces of her time with Dylan flickered through her mind. She’d hurt his leg, and he never blamed her. She’d pushed his buttons more times than she could count, and he always let it slide. When he wanted those plum blossoms, he’d protected her instead.

Adding it all up, something did feel off.

But they’d barely spent any real time together, hadn’t they?

She frowned, thinking back over everything. “You’re saying Mr. Dylan exposed Eden’s secret just to protect me? Isn’t that risky for him? What about Walter—?”

She stopped, realization hitting her.

Dylan was in trouble for sure. Walter wanted him married off. But his first love was gone—who was he supposed to marry?

Aiden snorted. “Maybe you should get ready, Clara. Take your ID, go register the marriage with the boss yourself.”

“I have a boyfriend,” she said seriously, lifting her eyes to his. “I really do love my boyfriend.”

Aiden didn’t respond. He just turned and marched upstairs.

Clara stayed kneeling a little longer, watching as Aiden came down carrying a huge medical kit. Her heart lurched. Dylan’s legs still weren’t healed. Had Walter punished him?