Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 634

Clara clutched the strap of her backpack, staring out the window without saying a word.

From where he sat, Dylan could only see the side of her face—small, delicate, and even prettier than usual with her hair pulled up into a high ponytail.

He lowered his gaze, hiding the storm in his eyes. “Stop making a scene.”

Just come home with him.

Out of nowhere, Clara’s voice was steady. “Let me out.”

Dylan’s expression went ice-cold, but then he gave a short, humorless laugh. “Sure.”

She blinked, not quite believing it, and slowly turned to look at him.

He was giving her that look again—the same twisted, intense stare as before, like he might drag everything around him straight into darkness.

Did he really mean to let her go?

But then the lock on the car door clicked open.

Clara tightened her grip on her backpack, and couldn’t help glancing back at him.

Dylan sat in his wheelchair, head down, pale fingers resting quietly in his lap. “Go on,” he said.

Clara took a deep breath, didn’t say another word, and jumped out. The second her feet hit the pavement, she took off running.

Inside the car, Dylan leaned back, lost somewhere in his thoughts.

But it didn’t take long before a group of men in black caught up to Clara and dragged her back. She stood outside the car, face flushed with anger and humiliation.

She wanted to scream at him, but the words stuck in her throat.

He turned to her with a lazy smile. “Why aren’t you running now?”

A chill shot through Clara’s heart. She felt like a helpless mouse, toyed with by a cat that was way too elegant to be this cruel.

She pressed her lips together, finally getting it.

Dylan never meant to let her go. He just wanted her to know that if he wanted to, he could bring her back any time. The last few days of freedom—those were just a tease. She hadn’t even realized it.

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