Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 691

The doctor nodded, realizing the eldest master had finally backed down—he wasn’t going to interfere with the little master’s friendships anymore.

Out on the castle lawn, Charles was still laughing and chatting on the phone with Clara. She rambled on about her favorite comics, and he swapped childhood stories about his two older brothers. They were both in high spirits, the conversation light and easy—neither wanted to hang up.

But when Clara ended the call, she felt a pang of regret. She’d meant to ask him something important—how to make things right with someone after a fight—but now it was too late.

She sighed, staring at her chat with Dylan. Still no response.

Deflated, she let herself sink into the couch, thinking maybe it was better to just avoid the whole mess for now.

Meanwhile, over at Ferguson Corporation, Dylan had been working non-stop since morning, never leaving his office, barely taking a breath. Morgan had checked in multiple times and quickly picked up on what was happening: the boss and his wife had definitely argued.

As the only person in the company who knew the truth about their relationship, Morgan felt a deep sense of responsibility. He decided to act: he ordered a fancy takeout meal and, once it arrived, knocked on Dylan’s office door.

“Come in,” Dylan called, his voice cold as ice.

Morgan stepped inside, holding out the food. “Sir, you haven’t eaten all day. You should take a break.”

“Take it away,” Dylan said, not even glancing up as he flipped through another page.

Morgan ignored him, opening the containers anyway. “Mrs. Ferguson told me last time she was here to keep an eye on you. She said you have stomach issues and I should order you food if needed.”

Dylan’s pen stilled. Last time? Oh, right. That time he’d basically forced her to visit the office. She hadn’t been happy about it.

Morgan saw him lost in thought and pressed on. “I figured with Aiden around, you’d eat, but he’s out with a client today. You’ve worked all morning without a break. Come on, have something. If Mrs. Ferguson asks, I need to be able to tell her I did my job.”

Dylan knew, deep down, Clara probably didn’t care. But a part of him wanted to believe she did. Even if it was just a lie he told himself. Maybe, just maybe, she meant it.

It wouldn’t be the first time he’d tried to fool himself.

Right then, Clara’s messages started popping up on his phone. She’d already sent a dozen today.

He unlocked his screen.

[Honey, don’t forget to eat.]

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