Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 155

Chapter 155

"Clara, you know her brother, right? Spill the beans-is it true she was adopted? And is Mr. Dylan into her?"

Clara topped off her cup with a smile. "Honestly, | don't know."

As she was about to leave, she caught ssnarky comments floating her way.

"Oh, please. She's pretending not to know just so she doesn't tick off Eden."

"Exactly! Everyone knows she's still trailing after Eden's brother."

"She's living her life with no pride, all this for a guy-it's just sad."

Clara paused, turned around with a sweet smile, and eyed them. "Chit-chatting on

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the clock, huh? Should I let Mr. Dylan know and have him dock your pay?"

Their faces turned white as sheets, and they quickly refilled their cups and scurried off.

Clara was still simmering as she sat at her desk, trying to shake off the irritation. Just then, Eden waltzed out of

the office, stopped by Clara's desk, and carelessly knocked her papers to the floor.

Eden stood there like a smug princess, clearly waiting for Clara to react. Clara kept her cool, and Eden's interest

fizzled out fast.

"Wow, Simon said you've been standing up for yourself, but you're still just a pushover," Eden sneered, rolling

her eyes. "Oh, and by the way, I'm having dinner with Dylan tonight. Just thought I'd mention that your little

tricks won't work on Simon or Dylan. You're only good enough to shine the shoes of the Ferguson men."

With that, she strutted off with her head held high. The others whispered among themselves, but Clara ignored

them, bending down to gather her scattered papers.

Eden had Dylan in her corner, and Clara knew better than to stir the pot. Sometimes, you just had to pick your

battles.

Just as she finished tidying up, the direct line from the CEO's office rang, and Dylan's voice cthrough. "Come

on in."

She grabbed her documents and headed inside. The once serious office was now filled with the sweet aroma of

cakes, a stark contrast to Dylan's usual vibe.

Clara found herself momentarily distracted by the untouched, delicate pastries until Dylan spoke up. "Hungry?"

She quickly shook her head. "Mr. Dylan, about that earlier issue, do you think we should take another look? The

partners had squestions."

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"Chere." Dylan's voice was firm, and she found herself moving closer almost without thinking.

He picked up a piece of cake with his long fingers and said, "Kneel down."

Clara hesitated, looking away. "I'm not hungry, and besides, these are from Ms. Eden. She'd flip if she found out."

"Are you tattling?"

Her cheeks flushed instantly. Just as she was about to deny it, Dylan gently pulled her down by the wrist. The

sweet scent of the cake filled her senses, the jam smudging her lips. Instinctively, she licked it off.

Dylan glanced at her, then quickly turned his attention back to the document in front of him. She couldn't

believe a simple piece of cake could spark such a reaction.

Internally, she chuckled, realizing that despite Dylan's tough exterior, he was surprisingly tender at heart.