Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 606

Inside the Moonlight private room, things were winding down. Jackson and Richard had already left, one after the other. Tara turned to Dylan with a sweet little smile. “Dylan, I still have something you gave me ages ago. If you give me a ride home, I’ll give it back to you, okay?”

Dylan didn’t even look her way, his eyes glued to the scenery outside. “Get in the car.”

Tara hopped in beside him. “I haven’t got my own place yet, so I’m still crashing at the Warren house. Just wait for me outside, I’ll grab your thing and be right back.”

He knew she was baiting him, but he couldn’t help being curious about that “thing.”

“Alright,” he said.

The car rolled quietly toward the Warren estate. Tara sat beside him, smart enough to keep quiet the whole way. No need to leave a bad impression—there’d be plenty of time for that later.

They pulled up outside the big house. Tara got out first, tossing a quick, “Give me ten minutes, tops,” over her shoulder.

She hurried inside and almost ran straight into Mrs. Ferguson, who was heading upstairs for the night.

Mrs. Ferguson shot her a curious look. “You didn’t come back with your brother?”

Richard had just gotten home, and Tara showed up right after—why weren’t they together?

Jogging up the stairs, Tara called back, “Dylan drove me home!”

Technically, Tara and Richard were only cousins, but after growing up together in the Warren household, they were as close as brother and sister.

Tara darted into her room, found the little box, and headed out again—only to bump into Richard in the hallway.

He had a cigarette pinched between his fingers and his jacket slung over his shoulder. “Where are you rushing off to?”

“Dylan’s waiting outside,” she said, not slowing down.

He didn’t say anything else.

Tara clutched the little box and hurried out to Dylan’s car. “Here,” she said, handing it over. “You gave me this a long time ago. I’m returning it.”

Dylan took the box and nodded, not bothering to open it right away.

Aiden, sitting up front, caught the vibe and started the car, driving them away from the Warren house.

Tara wasn’t discouraged. She had plenty of little boxes like that—there would be more chances.

As the car sped through the night, Dylan finally opened the box. Inside was a ring, carefully folded from paper. He unfolded it, revealing a single handwritten line:

—Dylan will definitely marry Tara.

There was even a tiny smiley face doodled in the corner.

Teenage secrets, a girl’s hidden feelings—every word was poetry.

He looked out the window. The air was getting warmer—spring was here, and the trees along the road were already blooming.

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