Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 641

Dylan finished checking her ankle, then gently set her foot back on the ground.

Clara didn’t even bother answering him. She pushed herself up, limping toward the door, but the soft hum of his wheelchair followed close behind.

She stopped, took a deep breath, and tried to push down all the anger and sadness swirling inside her.

Turning around, she looked at him and blurted out, her voice trembling, “My boyfriend is dead. If you’re going to keep me here, fine. But can you at least help me find out who really did it?”

That fire… what really happened that night?

Everyone said it was Dylan. The evidence pointed straight at him. But deep down, she wasn’t ready to believe it—not all the way.

As soon as the words left her mouth, she felt something wet slide down her cheek. She touched her face and realized, a little stunned, that she was crying.

She almost never cried.

Still staring at the tears on her fingertips, she didn’t notice Dylan rolling up beside her until he gently took her hand, bringing it to his lips for a soft kiss.

“Then be good,” he said quietly.

She didn’t know what his version of “be good” meant, but she nodded anyway. “Okay.”

A tiny smile flickered at the corner of Dylan’s mouth. His fingers tightened, lacing with hers—bold, almost possessive.

Clara bristled at the intimacy, but she needed him. So she let him hold her hand.

He helped her into the car. The moment she realized she was leaving Palm Bay, her mood visibly lifted.

But when the car finally stopped and she saw the building outside, her smile faded. Ferguson Corporation.

“I thought we were going to investigate,” she said, confused.

Dylan seemed in a good mood for the first time all day. “Someone else will handle it.”

Clara swallowed her protest. All she could do now was wait.

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