Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 667

Charles pulled Clara through the night market, the place buzzing with laughter, bright lights, and the mouthwatering smell of street food. It was the kind of chaos that felt alive, like the city itself was throwing a party.

Clara drifted toward a stall selling candied hawthorns, her eyes glazed with curiosity. She trailed behind the old man running the stand, grabbed a stick, and strolled off without a word about paying.

The old vendor spun around, ready to scold her—until a crisp hundred-yuan note appeared under his nose. He glanced up, startled, and found himself staring into the sharp, intimidating face of a guy who looked like he’d walked out of a movie.

Charles’s voice was low and flat. “Keep the change.”

The vendor snatched the bill and hurried away, half-shivering, eager to put distance between himself and Charles.

As soon as he was gone, Charles’s tough-guy vibe disappeared. He turned to Clara, suddenly looking more like a scolded dog than a bodyguard. “Clara, you know you’re supposed to pay for stuff, right? Don’t just grab things.”

But before he could keep scolding, Clara handed the stick of candied hawthorns to him. “This is for you, bro.”

Charles blinked, caught off guard. “For… me?”

She nodded. “You were staring at them.”

He took it carefully, like it might break, and bit into the glossy red candy. It was ridiculously sweet, but for some reason, his chest felt even warmer.

He’d never felt like this around his older brother, Mitch. It was weird, but in a good way.

After a couple bites, he handed it back. “Alright, you should eat some too.”

Clara shook her head and pointed into the crowd. “Wanna try that?”

Not far away, a small amusement park beckoned, its lights drawing in a swarm of teenagers. She pointed at the basketball toss.

Charles hesitated. His whole life had been training and discipline—he’d never even played a game like this before.

But Clara seemed to know what she was doing. She showed him where to put in the coins and cheered him on as he started tossing shots.

He got the hang of it fast—make that really fast. Ball after ball slipped through the hoop, and soon, a crowd circled around them, cheering.

When the game finally ended, Clara was hugging the biggest stuffed bear at the stall.

Charles glanced around, a little embarrassed by all the attention, and gently nudged her out of the crowd.

Clara hugged the giant bear to her chest. “What should we do next, bro?”

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