Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 147

Chapter 147

Walter eased into his chair, reached for the cup of tea next to him, and skimmed off the foam.

"| trust Dylan. He once toldhe'd never marry because the one he truly cares about..." He paused, taking a

sip, then set the cup down. "If it hadn't been for his choice to let it go two years ago, | wouldn't have let it slide

either."

He was clearly talking about that car accident. Clara felt a shiver run down her spine, trying to calm her racing

heart. Not knowing the full story, she knew better than to speak out of turn.

"Dylan's way out of your league, and he won't ever have feelings for you. He's got someone special in his heart.

He's the only romantic person in the Ferguson family."

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It seemed everyone in the Ferguson clan knew about Dylan's feelings for the late Shelly. Yet, Shelly's death was

partly on her. How composed must Dylan be not to have lashed out at her?

Taking a deep breath, Clara replied, "Sir, | understand. If | ever show any interest in Mr. Dylan, you can handle

With his kind of influence, making someone disappear without a trace would be a walk in the park. To cover her

tracks, she added something she didn't quite mean.

"Besides, everyone in the Capital knows I've got someone | care about. Even if I've been distant with him lately,

I've always hoped he'd caround. Mr. Dylan is outstanding and noble, but to me, he's not the one. He's

untouchable, and | only have eyes for someone who couldn't hold a candle to him."

Walter was taken aback by her clarity. He studied her for a few moments before looking away.

"If you help him sleep better, then just stay with him quietly."

Clara exhaled a huge sigh of relief, realizing only then that her back was soaked with sweat.

Just then, the door behind her creaked. She turned to see Dylan arriving in his wheelchair. He must have just

gotten there. Whether he heard her last remark or not didn't matter; she meant every word.

Dylan was the dream guy for countless women. Even after losing the use of his legs, he still topped the list of

eligible bachelors, with socialites openly declaring the willingness to accommodate his every need. Such bold

pursuits made her imagination wander. If his condition didn't improve, what positions would they use?

The sound of the wheelchair brought her back to reality. Dylan was already by her

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side, respectfully greeting, "Father."

Walter asked with genuine concern, "How's the therapy going?"

"Not bad."

"That's good. Clara, you can head out now."

Clara nodded wisely and quickly exited the study. Yet, the door wasn't closed, and nobody shooed her away, so

she naturally lingered. outside, eavesdropping on thei conversation. The initial chit-chat was surprisingly formal,

considering they were father and son

"Dylan, are you still waiting for her?"

Clara's ears perked up at this, her eyes lighting up with curiosity. Dylan stayed silent for a few moments before

finally answering with a simple, "Yes."