Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 600

There was no way Tara’s wedding could be anything less than spectacular. It had to be big—grand enough that everyone would know the Fergusons and the Warrens were joining forces.

Dylan stayed quiet, listening as the two Mrs. Fergusons started daydreaming about what his and Tara’s future kids might look like.

Tara glanced over and saw his dark mood. She nudged him with a smile. “You think I’m being too stubborn, don’t you? But Dylan, you used to say you liked how I always had to come out on top, no matter what. Sure, you’re a little different these days, but deep down, I know you haven’t changed.”

Dylan dropped his gaze, lost in his own thoughts.

He only snapped back to reality when Mrs. Ferguson spoke up.

“Dylan, let’s set the wedding for three months from now. I’ll just tell everyone that marriage certificate you posted on social media was a joke.”

No one would ever bother to check if it was real anyway.

Dylan put his glass down. “Clara is my wife. I’m not divorcing her, Mom, I—”

He didn’t even finish before Mrs. Ferguson started coughing uncontrollably.

The vibe in the room changed in an instant. The people who’d been sitting so close suddenly felt like strangers.

Mrs. Warren looked at Tara.

But Tara didn’t flinch. Instead, she turned to comfort her grandmother. “Grandma, I’ll handle it. Don’t stress about it anymore. Just focus on picking out a good date for the wedding in three months, okay? Trust me—I’ve got this.”

Mrs. Warren, who’d been fuming just moments before, just sighed.

“You stubborn girl. I shouldn’t have come today. You young people sort it out yourselves.”

Mrs. Warren and Mrs. Ferguson went way back—they’d been close since they were young. If it weren’t for that, the two families never would have raised Tara as the future Mrs. Ferguson.

Mrs. Ferguson stood up to walk Mrs. Warren out, reassuring her as they went. “Dylan just needs some time. Don’t worry, we’d never treat your family unfairly.”

Their voices and footsteps faded down the hall.

Dylan stayed where he was, not moving. He heard Richard sigh.

Richard drained his drink. “This won’t be easy. Tara’s not the type you can just brush off.”

A woman who could make it in the architecture world wasn’t going to back down with a few words.

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