Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 544

Clara hadn’t even made it to the front door when, out of nowhere, several people appeared and blocked her way with careful, almost deferential precision.

“Ma’am, please, you need to go back inside.”

The suddenness of it made her stumble back a few steps, her heart thudding in her chest. She’d checked—she was sure she’d checked. There hadn’t been a soul nearby. Where had these people even come from?

A cold shiver ran down her back.

If she couldn’t see anyone hiding, did that mean she’d been watched the entire time? Had someone been tailing her from the moment she left the main house?

Humiliation burned through her—for thinking she could sneak around, for believing she was clever enough to get away with it. And then came the anger—sharp and hot—for Dylan, for the way he always seemed to pull the strings, for how he never lost control.

She pressed her lips together, fighting the urge to lash out. “…Did you see me out there the whole time?”

The man didn’t answer. He just bowed with that same polite detachment. “Please, ma’am, head back inside.”

Her anger boiled over. She turned and stalked back toward the house, not bothering to hide her frustration.

She went straight upstairs, barely pausing at Dylan’s bedroom door before kicking it open.

She expected resistance, but the door wasn’t even locked—it flew open with a loud thud.

The room was bright, lights still on. Was Dylan not even asleep?

She stormed toward the bed, but stopped short when she saw he was turned away, his back to her, apparently deep in sleep.

Clara hesitated, not sure what to do next. She called his name, voice tight.

“Dylan!”

He blinked awake slowly, pulling the blanket up, his tone flat. “What is it?”

Clara almost laughed, incredulous. “Was it fun for you? Watching me wander around out there like an idiot?”

With his back to her, she couldn’t see his expression, couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

Dylan just closed his eyes again, lashes falling.