Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 649

It was a regular weekday, but when Clara came downstairs, she was surprised to see Dylan lounging on the sofa.

Well, she figured, if Dylan wasn’t here, she’d be stuck in the master bedroom with nowhere to go anyway. The thought made her even more annoyed.

She dropped herself on the other end of the sofa just as the housekeeper brought over her medication.

Dylan glanced at the pills, puzzled. “Not feeling well?”

Clara grabbed the medicine and gulped it down with warm water, her voice sharp. “My lips. Allergic reaction—can’t you see? They’re all swollen.”

He paused, fingers hovering above his laptop, looking at her with an unreadable expression.

Clara squirmed under his gaze, pressing her lips together. The tingling, prickly pain came back, and she couldn’t help but let out a soft hiss.

Dylan turned back to his screen, a tiny, amused smile curling at his lips.

Since he seemed to be in a good mood, Clara decided to bring it up. “So, any progress on Z? Didn’t you say you’d help me look into it?”

“Working on it,” he replied, sounding way too casual.

Clara frowned. “With your connections, does it really take this long? Dylan, are you even trying?”

“I am.”

His tone was so light, it was almost dismissive.

Clara took a deep breath. “Can you find something in three days?”

“No guarantees.”

The words were barely out of his mouth when she chucked a clementine at him.

Even if she wasn’t the sharpest, she could tell he was just brushing her off.

Face stormy, she got up and headed for the door, but before she could step outside, someone blocked her path.

The same line as always: “Ma’am, please go back inside.”

Clara turned back, glaring at Dylan, who was still calmly working away. Her eyes stung with sudden frustration.

Dylan closed his laptop and looked over. “Want to go out?”

She didn’t answer, just listened as he made a call, sounding like he was setting up some kind of get-together at an estate.

When he hung up, he said, “Jackson’s hosting something tonight at his place outside the city. Barbecue and all that. I’ll take you.”

He’d never shown any interest in these sorts of parties before.

Clara trudged upstairs, tossing over her shoulder, “I’m not going.”

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