Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 672

The next morning, a whole crew of workers showed up on the rooftop, hauling up heavy crates packed with sparkling gemstones.

Clara couldn’t believe something she’d mentioned offhand had gotten so many people moving.

Right then, she was in the garden, picking fresh flowers and weaving them into a crown for Charles.

Once again, Charles was putty in her hands. Around her, he couldn’t stop smiling; it was almost embarrassing how easily she could make him happy.

“Oh, come on, what am I supposed to do with a flower crown? I’m a guy,” he complained—though his hands said otherwise as he slipped it right onto his head.

Clara laughed, gently straightening the crown. “You look best with it, Charlie.”

He raised an eyebrow, grinning with pride. Suddenly, he wanted to make one for her, too.

But his hands, so steady when it came to rough things, were totally useless with something this delicate. After half an hour, he still couldn’t get it right. Sweat was running down his forehead as he struggled, just as the doctor came rushing in, looking panicked.

“Dylan’s here!”

The half-finished crown dropped from Charles’s hands. His smile disappeared in an instant.

The doctor added, “Richard’s with him. They’re both at the gate, and they brought a bunch of people. Young master, they’re not here for a chat. The three days are up. You promised to hand Ms. Clara over. Finish the job for your brother, or Richard’s going to make trouble.”

Charles was still wearing Clara’s crown, but his mood crashed. His eyes went dark, anger simmering just beneath the surface.

Clara picked up the fallen crown and asked softly, “What happened?”

Charles couldn’t say a word. He just wanted to get rid of everyone standing in his way.

She crouched in front of him, looking into his face. “Charlie, what’s wrong? Are you upset because you can’t make the crown? I can teach you if you want.”

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