Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 166

Chapter 166

The private room was already buzzing with a few familiar faces, and wouldn't you know it, Nicholas and Richard

were among them. Nicholas was even busier than Dylan these days, what with the Greenard family being in a bit

of a mess, so he hardly ever showed up for these little gatherings. Only a handful of folks from their close-knit

circle could coax him out.

Simon ignored the rest of the crowd, his eyes locked onto Dylan. Dylan glanced up, but it was tough to tell if he

was really meeting Simon's gaze. Simon's temper flared as he marched over.

"Dylan, I've got something to ask you."

Dylan arched an eyebrow, keeping that poker face of his.

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Simon shot a look at Richard and Nicholas. "Mind stepping out for a sec?"

Richard and Nicholas exchanged glances, and just as Richard was about to throw in a snarky remark, Dylan's

look stopped him cold. Richard tugged Nicholas away. "Let's bounce."

Nicholas didn't put up a fight; he'd been in a funk lately too. Once they were out, the room stayed dimly lit.

Simon had grown up under Dylan's shadow. Now, it was just the two of them in the room, and he felt his

confidence slipping away. Nobody in the whole Ferguson clan dared to stand up to Dylan. Sometimes Simon

wondered if the guy was superhuman because he was so damn good at everything.

Simon's fingers clenched at his side, the bite of pain clearing his head and giving him a dose of courage.

"Dylan, got nothing you wanna say to me?"

Dylan was still holding his wine glass, eyeing the deep red inside. "Like what?"

Simon couldn't keep his cool like Dylan and sounded more frantic. "About Clara. When did you two start having a

thing? Was it before or after she lost her memory? If it was after, then you're totally taking advantage of her. She

hates you and despises you, but she's just forgotten. You had to have known she lost her memory ages ago."

Dylan took a leisurely sip, his vibe as relaxed as ever. "Oh? She lost her memory?"

Simon's face darkened further. The Dylan in front of him didn't seem like the aloof, untouchable guy he knew.

This Dylan had a laid-back, almost mischievous air like nothing could shake him. Simon was so rattled it felt like

his scalp was prickling, and he blurted out recklessly.

"Did you kiss Clara tonight? Her lips were swollen."

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Dylan chuckled instantly, a sound that made Simon's skin crawl. "And who are you to grillon that? Just a few

hours ago, you posted on social media about 'being strangers.’ Does she have to clear it with you before she

kisses someone?"

Simon's eyes widened in shock, words failing him. ‘Damn it! Why did | ever post that online? Damn it!"

He shook with anger, all the color draining from his face. "So, Dylan, you're saying it was you? You did kiss her,

right?"

"Did | admit anything?"

Simon was completely outmaneuvered in this verbal sparring and was being led around in circles. He couldn't

take it anymore and smashed a wine bottle on the floor. The rich scent of alcohol filled the room, mixing with the

dim lighting, making the scene feel both chaotic and hauntingly beautiful.