Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 608

Early the next morning, a servant knocked anxiously on Dylan’s door.

“Sir, madam is gone.”

Dylan didn’t even bother finishing getting dressed before ordering everyone to search. He checked Clara’s bedroom himself—twice—then looked in the closet, behind the curtains, everywhere she could possibly be.

With how tight security was at Palm Bay, there was no way she could just slip out on her own.

“Clara!” he called out, but the house was dead quiet.

Just as he was about to check the other rooms, someone pulled up last night’s security footage. There was Clara, asleep in a car.

Dylan let out a long breath, glanced down at his feet—one shoe on, one off—and rubbed his temples.

He went back to finish getting ready, then headed out to the car. When he looked inside and saw Clara still fast asleep in the backseat, he turned to Aiden. “Why didn’t you close the car door?”

Aiden just scratched his head, still groggy from the morning. “Guess I forgot last night.”

Clara woke up, rubbing her eyes. Spotting Dylan standing outside, she sat up straight. “I want to go out with you today.”

Dylan was dressed sharp, clearly heading out for something important. His hand tightened a little on the door handle.

Clara stayed put, refusing to leave the car. Another day trapped at Palm Bay and she’d probably lose her mind.

Dylan remembered what the doctor had said—Clara hadn’t been sleeping well, something was bothering her. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to take her out for a change.

He lowered his gaze and got in the car. “I’ll wait. Go change your clothes.”

Clara’s eyes lit up, but she still looked at him warily. “You’re not just saying that, right? You won’t disappear as soon as I go upstairs?”

She said it, but she was already out of the car and sprinting up the stairs.

Something inside her knew—Dylan wasn’t the type to break a promise.

She washed up in record time, snatched some bread from the breakfast table, and dashed back out.

Only when she was back in the car did she finally exhale and relax, quietly nibbling her bread.

Dylan handed her a bottle of water. “Take your time.”

Was it her imagination, or was he suddenly being a lot gentler than usual?

She took the water, finished her bread, and finally realized they weren’t heading toward Ferguson Corporation.

So who was Dylan meeting today?

When the car finally stopped at Westhill Cemetery, she recognized it instantly.

She’d been here once before with him. This was where Shelly was buried, and even that first time, she’d felt how different this place was.

There were armed guards at the cemetery gates—only the most important people were buried here.

So Dylan was here to see Shelly.

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