Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 652

Clara stood at the edge of the pool, the chill sinking into her bones.

She was just about to walk away when a sudden rush of air brushed past her. Instinct took over—she sidestepped, and the girl who meant to push her lost her balance and plunged headfirst into the pool.

For a moment, the girl floundered, then her shrill cries cut through the night. “Help! Help! Clara pushed me! Clara pushed me!”

The party was still in full swing, but people immediately came running. They hauled the soaking, shaking girl out of the water. She stood there, dripping and pitiful, shooting Clara a scared, accusing look before ducking behind the crowd.

Someone couldn’t hold back any longer and called Clara out, voice sharp.

“How could you just shove someone into the pool? What if she couldn’t swim? She could’ve died! Are you really that heartless?”

“Clara, just leave. You’re not welcome here anymore!”

“Seriously, how do you have the nerve to show up at these parties? Do you really think you belong here?”

Clara looked straight at the trembling girl. The girl’s fear quickly turned to tears, and she sank to her knees, sobbing.

“Clara, I’m sorry,” she wept. “I know you hated it when I chased Simon, but I’m over him now, I swear.”

The crowd fell silent for a second, remembering—yeah, this girl had chased Simon once.

Clara almost laughed. She scanned the crowd but didn’t spot Tara. Was this all Tara’s doing? If so, her setup was painfully obvious.

Just then, Tara’s voice rang out. “Clara was invited by Dylan.”

The room stilled. Faces went awkward—Tara, of all people, was speaking up for Clara.

Tara shrugged off her jacket and wrapped it around the shivering girl’s shoulders. “Sorry, but I’ll talk to Dylan about this myself.”

The girl seemed less afraid, quietly wiping her tears.

Someone couldn’t help but needle, “Tara, you’re okay with this? Aren’t you worried she’ll steal your fiancé?”

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