Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 673

Charles went quiet. Whenever his big brother used that tone, it meant business.

If he kept pushing his luck, he’d probably be banned from the Chester family estate for good.

A strange heaviness settled in his chest. It felt foreign. He never cared if everyone over there hated him; honestly, he’d never given them a second thought. He could have killed them all if he’d wanted—if anything, they should be grateful he hadn’t.

Snide remarks, insults, gossip—none of it ever touched him. A butcher doesn’t care what the pigs in the pen are squealing about. He couldn’t remember ever feeling truly angry or hurt because of what someone said.

But right now? He actually felt terrible. Even the flower crown sitting on his head felt like it weighed a ton.

“Hey, bro, you—”

He didn’t get to finish. Suddenly, there was a huge commotion outside.

The manor gates collapsed, flattened under the weight of a dozen cars roaring onto the property.

The cars screeched to a stop just beyond the garden, and Charles instinctively tried to put himself between Clara and the chaos.

Then a man stepped out of one of the black cars—Dylan.

Dylan looked pale, almost sickly. The moment he spotted Clara, he lifted his hand and waved her over.

“Come here.”

Clara peeked out, looked at Dylan for a second, then back at Charles. “Bro, who’s that?”

Being called “bro” in front of everyone gave Charles a weird mix of embarrassment and pride.

Dylan glanced at Clara and immediately noticed something was off. He paused, took a breath, then looked up with a gentle smile. “Clara, come here. Technically, you should be calling me ‘husband.’”

Clara’s eyes were pure and clear. She turned to Charles and asked in a whisper, “Is that true?”

Charles pressed his lips together, not saying a word.

Richard, leaning against a car, crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. “So you Chesters ready to give up your Atlantic shipping line? Didn’t your brother warn you?”

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