Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 539

Inside the Moonlight lounge, Richard and Jackson were already there.

Jackson looked like he was having a rough day, hunched over his phone, busy texting someone back and barely glancing up. When he finally checked the group chat, he frowned and shot Richard a look.

“Hey, did you hear the rumor? Apparently, Dylan just got married?”

Richard, half-asleep on the sofa, just swallowed and muttered, “Married to who?”

Women from all over had tried to get close to Dylan. Unless it was the one he actually wanted, he’d never agree to marry. Honestly, who started this nonsense?

Jackson tossed his phone aside and thought for a second. “It’s probably because Walter’s been going through all those society girls’ profiles lately. Everyone knows Dylan’s supposed to have his marriage settled in the next couple of weeks, so the rumors are flying. I just wonder which one Walter will end up picking.”

He shot a sideways glance at Richard. “Richard, did you already know who Dylan actually likes—”

He didn’t get to finish. The door burst open and Nicholas strolled in, looking like he was on top of the world. You could tell he wanted everyone to ask what he’d been up to before he got here.

Jackson couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for Scarlette. Out of everyone, she’d crossed paths with Nicholas—the king of acting without thinking.

Nicholas flopped down on the sofa, slinging an arm over the back. He was practically radiating good mood.

“So, you guys got Dylan’s message too? He called us all here out of nowhere—what’s he planning?”

Dylan was never into this kind of thing. Usually, they had to beg him three or four times to even show up. They all figured he was just too much of a lone wolf.

Richard poured himself a drink, swirling the glass in his hand. “Who knows? Didn’t you hear he’s supposed to get married soon? Maybe he wants us to introduce him to someone. Maybe he’s looking for the right kind of girl.”

Jackson couldn’t resist. “What’s got into you? In that case, I want the oldest bottle you’ve got here. You know, the one you never let us touch.”

Dylan had a couple bottles stashed here—rare ones he’d picked up at auctions, more for Moonlight’s reputation than for drinking. You couldn’t buy them, no matter how much you offered.

Jackson was half-joking, but Dylan just smiled, a small, real smile. “Sure.”

Even Richard was surprised—and he was usually the one who kept his cool.

He set his glass down, suddenly serious. “Did something happen? Did Walter finally push you over the edge? You always said you’d only open those bottles for a major celebration. Unless you’re getting married.”

As soon as he said it, Dylan reached into his suit jacket and pulled out two little red marriage certificates, setting them on the table like they were gold bars.