Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 98

He was so anxious it felt like he was on fire, darting toward the nearby elevator, desperate to catch up. The thought of Dylan hurting Clara sent shivers down his spine.

Meanwhile, inside the distant elevator, Clara could sense something was off with Dylan. Just as she was about to speak, the elevator gave a violent jolt. Her thoughts immediately jumped to Dylan's leg, and she instinctively reached out for his wheelchair.

“Mr. Dylan!” she called out, her voice tinged with concern as the elevator lights flickered before plunging them into darkness. Quickly, she fumbled for her phone, using its light to check on him. Dylan sat there with his head bowed, his emotions hidden behind a stoic facade.

“Mr. Dylan, are you alright?” she asked, her hand resting gently on his knee as she peered up at him with worry etched on her face. In the dim light, Dylan's eyes were unreadable.

Suddenly, he reached out and gripped her chin. Clara was startled, frozen by the intensity of his presence, and momentarily forgetting to react. For a fleeting moment, she envisioned a deep abyss behind Dylan. She felt like she were being drawn into it alongside him.

Her mouth opened to speak, but the pressure on her jaw tightened abruptly, causing her to wince. Then, just as quickly, the grip was gone. If it weren’t for the lingering pain, she might have thought she’d imagined the whole thing.

When she glanced back at Dylan, the sharpness in his demeanor had softened into a calm gentleness. Clara rubbed her jaw, still a bit shaken.

“Mr. Dylan?” she ventured again.