Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 99

Clara's palms were slick with sweat from nerves. She feld like she might not make it to see the sunrise tomorrow. Every second felt like an eternity, dragging on painfully until a voice broke through the silence from outside.

"Clara! Clara, are you okay?"

It was Simon. Clara had never found Simon's voice more reassuring. She and Dylan hadn't spoken or made a sound for the past twenty minutes, and the silence had become overwhelmingly awkward.

"I'm fine. When can we get out?" Clara quickly replied, eager for some relief.

Simon had been trying to catch up with Clara and Dylan. He never expected the elevator they'd taken to break down. He was really starting to believe Clara might have amnesia, because why else would she be willingly near Dylan? Clara had always avoided Dylan like the plague.

Two years back, it was Simon who had talked Clara into approaching Dylan, which had led to Dylan's leg injury.

Simon was now frantic, shouting into the elevator. "Uncle Dylan, Clara had a car accident and doesn't remember much. Please cut her some slack—she's always been a bit impulsive."

Clara had been relieved to hear Simon initially, but now she wished he'd just zip it. Yet, Simon kept going. "Uncle Dylan, if Clara's done anything to upset you, please let it slide for my sake."

Clara felt mortified. She had indeed crossed a line with Dylan. No one else in the entire city would dare to sit on Dylan's lap and kiss him. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

Simon knocked on the elevator door again. "Clara, you hear me? Don't do anything reckless in front of my uncle."

Taking a deep breath, Clara's earlier excitement vanished. "Just shut up!"

Her curt tone only ramped up Simon's anxiety, and he turned to yell at the rescue workers. "Hurry up! What are you all standing around for?"

The atmosphere in the elevator was bizarre, but Clara didn't have the nerve to speak to Dylan. Dylan's fingers drummed lightly on his wheelchair's armrest, each tap echoing in Clara's mind like a countdown.

Finally, the elevator doors were pried open, revealing the manager of Moonlight, who was nervously dabbing his forehead upon seeing Dylan. "Mr. Dylan, we're truly sorry."

Dylan remained silent, his gaze shifting to Clara. She was supposed to escort Dylan home, so she couldn't just bolt. Hesitantly, she moved behind his wheelchair and gave it a gentle push. When he didn't object, she sighed in relief.