Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 161

Clara glanced over at Dylan, her eyes brimming with urgency. "Mr. Dylan, | promise | didn't mean to. After those

three glasses of wine, my mind just went completely blank."

Dylan sat silently in his wheelchair, his back turned towards her, not saying a word.

Clara's cheeks flushed with desperation as she watched Aiden prepare to wheel Dylan away. "Mr. Dylan," she

called out again.

Finally, Dylan turned his head. His clothes were straightened and his expression was calm. "I know you didn't

mean it."

Clara nodded quickly, but she couldn't shake the feeling that his expression had darkened even more.

Rooted to the spot, all she could do was watch helplessly as Dylan was wheeled away. The business partners

followed suit, leaving the once-bustling room eerily silent.

Clara dropped into a chair, the alcohol's aftereffects hitting her hard. Her stomach churned unpleasantly. She sat

there for about ten minutes, expecting the staff to cin and tidy up. But then, unexpectedly, the lights

dimmed, and before she could adjust to the darkness, someone pulled her against the wall. A man's

commanding presence enveloped her.

She tried to open her bleary eyes to figure out who it was, but everything stayed a blur. Suddenly, her lips were

captured in a kiss. Her eyes widened in shock as her hands instinctively pushed against the man's chest.

The alcohol made her body unresponsive like a limp noodle. The lack of oxygen made her dizzy, and she felt

herself being lifted. Her legs wrapped instinctively around the man's waist.

The sensation was surreal, a blur between dream and reality. The man's intense energy was overwhelming like a

beast finally unleashed. Clara couldn't escape, nor could she resist that powerful aura.

Her neck was held, her chin tilted upwards. The suffocation was too much, and she blacked out again.

When she cto, she was still in the sroom, the decor unchanged, but an hour had passed. She rubbed

her temples, half-laughing at herself. How could she have dreamed such a wild fantasy while drunk? Was she

really that desperate for male attention?

Everyone said she'd been Simon's devoted admirer for years. Simon dismissed her, and no other man seemed to

have entered her life. At her age, yearning for intimacy was normal. There was nothing to feel guilty about.

She sighed, feeling parched. As she tried to stand, her legs nearly buckled. Her body was still weak as if she'd

just emerged from a deep, oxygen-starved sleep. She frowned, steadying herself against the chair for a long

moment.

As she stepped out of the room, she realized the entire floor was deserted, as if everyone had cleared out. She

entered the elevator, leaning against the wall with a yawn, feeling inexplicably exhausted. She's ready to

collapse.

When she reached downstairs, it was already nine o'clock at night. She wanted to catch a cab hbut noticed

Dylan's car still parked outside. Remembering the earlier awkwardness, she hesitated to approach the vehicle.

Just as she stepped back a few paces, she heard the sound of a wheelchair and Eden's voice. "Clara, you just

don't give up, do you? You pop up everywhere like a bad penny. It's maddening!"

Clara remembered Eden mentioning at breakfast that she'd planned to meet Dylan for dinner-was it at this

hotel? It seemed Dylan and Eden had gone straight to their reserved room after Dylan's previous engagements.

Clara didn't dare make eye contact with Dylan, nor did she want to provoke Eden, so she backed away several

more steps.

Eden stared at her for a few moments before launching into a tirade. "You tramp! Found another man, have you?

Is that why you were so eager for my brother to post on social media? Is it because you've already latched onto

someone else?"

Clara frowned. "What are you talking about?"

Eden took a deep breath and sneered, "Don't think | don't know anything. You act all innocent, but you fool

around in places like this without shame!"

Clara couldn't care less about engaging with her, but Dylan's presence kept her from simply walking away. After

her rant, Eden hurried to catch up with Dylan. "Dylan, didn't I say she was a tramp? Our family would never

accept someone like her. My brother and Quinn's wedding is coming up, what should | get them?"

Clara watched them leave and felt a pang of discomfort in her heart. Moreover, her lips tingled strangely.

Unfortunately, there was no mirror to check them. She sighed, wishing she could just drift off to sleep.

She'd barely taken a step when she heard Megan's voice. "Clara?"

"Megan?" Clara felt a wave of relief wash over her. "I think I'm having an allergic reaction to wine. Can you help

gethome? My lips are killing me."

Megan, who had just finished work, was diligent with her multiple jobs. She chuckled lightly, "How careless of

you! You've never had a wine allergy before." Despite her words, she supported Clara's arm. Clara finally felt at

ease and leaned back once in the car. However, her stomach still churned uncomfortably.

Megan watched her intently, saying nothing. Clara noticed the car hadn't moved and rubbed her eyes. "What's

wrong?"

Megan shook her head. "Nothing, your allergy seems pretty severe."