After she said those words, something felt off. Why did it sound like she was being flirty? The room went silent, and the only thing you could hear was their breathing. Clara felt the aura coming from Dylan seep into every part of her being. She didn't know him well, but his magnetic pull on girls was undeniable.
Quickly, she got up from the small stool. "Mr. Dylan, I should head back now." She was in such a rush that just as she was about to open the door, he called after her.
"I'll have Aiden drive you home."
"Thank you."
Once she was in the car, she regretted it. Aiden wasn’t exactly warm towards her, and the way he looked at her was hard to ignore. Sitting in the back, she could practically feel the disdain in his eyes.
When they arrived at her place, she couldn't hold back any longer. "Aiden, do you not like me?"
Aiden kept his hands on the wheel, his tone cool. "I'm not sure what you're up to, Ms. Clara, but whatever it is, play it safe. The boss might let you slide once, but his temper isn't as forgiving as you might think."
If she pushed him too far, there'd be no saving her.
Clara was a bit taken aback. Was Dylan’s assistant saying he had a bad temper? To her, Dylan wasn’t as icy as people made him out to be.
As she opened the car door to leave, Aiden's voice came again. "Ms. Clara, I'm serious. Once some people lose it, there's no stopping them."
Clara thought he was just trying to warn her off Dylan, so she smiled. "I'll remember that."
Aiden noticed her dismissive attitude and knew she wasn't taking him seriously. She'd learn soon enough. When he got back to the villa, Dylan was already in the study.
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