Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 583

She was clearly annoyed, but Dylan just looked at her, a small, almost teasing smile tugging at his lips.

Clara couldn’t help but notice he seemed off today—something must have happened to put him in such a mood, and now he was taking it out on her in his own playful way.

What on earth had happened to him?

She took a breath, forcing herself to calm down. Reaching out, she grabbed his wrist and moved his hand away.

He didn’t resist; he just let her do it, his touch loosening until he let go completely.

The candy he’d given her had already melted on her tongue, its sweetness lingering in her mouth—just like his worries, dissolving little by little.

Without another word, Dylan turned and walked toward the main house.

Clara didn’t follow. She touched her lips, still tasting that unexpected sweetness, and glanced at the table where a few more candies sat, still in their wrappers.

What kind of candy was that, anyway? It was actually really good.

Dylan entered the main house. In his study, he just stared at his fingers, lost in thought.

Aiden came in, dropping a stack of files onto Dylan’s desk. “Mr. Ferguson, these are the reports you need to review this afternoon. Dinner at the old manor is at six sharp.”

Dylan didn’t even look up. He kept staring at his hand, completely out of it.

Aiden just sighed.

*

Ada’s funeral was over almost as quickly as it began. Once the last of the Fergusons left, Simon ordered the ashes to be taken away.

Michael watched his son, who hadn’t shed a single tear throughout the whole thing. Simon looked dazed, completely checked out, and that coldness gnawed at Michael’s heart.

Honestly, he and Ada had never gotten along, but she’d given everything she had to Simon.

Michael knew he was no saint—he’d always treated women like toys, keeping around whoever made him happiest.

But this son of his? Somehow, Simon seemed even colder.

“Simon, aren’t you going to visit your mother’s grave?”

Michael had picked out the plot himself. Simon hadn’t lifted a finger to help.

Simon just stood by his car and got in. “I have things to take care of.”

Michael was furious, but he held it in. He’d have to rely on Simon in the future, after all.

But Simon couldn’t focus on anything. One address kept flashing through his mind.

He drove for two hours, heading out to a cemetery on the outskirts of the city.

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