Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 638

At the very end of the winding mountain road, the old temple waited, perched at the highest point.

There were still a thousand steps to climb, but with Dylan in his wheelchair, that wasn’t happening.

Mrs. Ferguson bent down, her voice gentle but firm. “You take the elevator, Dylan. Tara and I will walk the stairs.”

Tara stood quietly in front of her, eyes downcast, not arguing.

Guided by a monk, Dylan wheeled himself toward the side entrance.

The monastery’s elevator was rarely used—built years ago by some rich family from the Capital, just for people who couldn’t make the climb.

Some people believed so deeply that, even when life had worn them down and their bodies gave out, they still dragged themselves here to pray.

Dylan never understood it. He didn’t believe in any of it.

He glanced up, watching Mrs. Ferguson already starting up the steps, then let his gaze fall, fiddling with the ring on his finger.

The elevator had a little window, and through it he could see rolling green hills, bright water, and trees covered with blush-pink peach blossoms.

It was only up here, in the mountain quiet, that he realized spring had really arrived.

When he got to the top, he asked the attendant nearby, “Can we pick those flowers?”

The monk nodded. “Of course. Those blossoms are for our guests. The higher up you pick, the better the luck.”

“What kind of luck?” Dylan asked, sounding bored.

“Peach blossoms mean destined love,” the monk answered. “Finding the one you’re meant to be with.”

Dylan didn’t say anything, so the monk added, “It’s best if you pick them early in the morning. That’s when the blessings are strongest.”

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