Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 167

Chapter 167

"Dylan, I've got just one question for you: when did you two start getting cozy? You know she couldn't stand you

before. Back then, she was head over heels for me. There's no way she was faking it the whole time, pretending

to likewhile secretly seeing you. She was supposed to be my fiancée; we were planning to get married. If

you were really with her back then, then you were the one butting in! Don't you feel any shfor being older

thanand still playing the side piece?"

Simon's voice cracked on that last accusation, showing just how worked up he

was.

Dylan glanced at the wine spattered across the floor. A deep red puddle was spread.

Simon thought his words had rocked Dylan, and hoped that maybe now he'd back off from Clara. But Dylan just

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replied in a cool, almost dismissive way.

"When it comes to love, the unloved person is the real intruder, Simon. You're still too young to understand."

Simon felt like he'd been struck by lightning, completely thrown off balance. "What did you just say?"

What did Dylan mean by the unloved person being the intruder? What kind of twisted logic was that?

Dylan, losing his patience, lowered his gaze. "Stop making a scene. Just leave." Compared to Dylan's calm

demeanor, Simon seemed like a kid throwing a fit.

They were only a few years apart. What did Dylan mean when he called him too young? Simon couldn't find the

words because Dylan's argument was bulletproof.

He stumbled out of the room, feeling like he was walking on air, disoriented and unsteady.

Richard and Nicholas, who he bumped into on his way out, noticed his uneasy state but didn't ask any questions.

They were both notoriously standoffish with outsiders.

Simon kept walking until he reached the outside of Moonlight. The cold night air snapped him back to reality.

Dylan's commanding presence had overwhelmed him, clouding his judgment. But Dylan's words were meant to

mislead him, to make him think Clara had been involved with Dylan before she lost her memory.

But that couldn't be true. Simon knew how much Clara had despised Dylan in the past; there was no way they

were secretly involved.

Dylan must have been eyeing her for ages and was waiting for the perfect chance to swoop in during her

amnesia.

Sitting in the driver's seat, Simon felt himself trembling, his grip on the steering wheel tightening with

frustration.

He took a deep breath and slammed his fist against the steering wheel, angry at himself for feeling so helpless,

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so stuck!

Damn it!

The car horn blared as he leaned back, suddenly exhausted.

The most urgent issue now was that Clara had genuinely lost her memory, and she had no idea about Dylan's

intentions. Working on the top floor with him was like sending a lamb into a lion's den.

When she got her memory back, would she be so regretful that she'd want to do something drastic?

Simon flicked a lighter and lit a cigarette, his eyes reflecting a storm of emotions. He finally realized what he had

to do.

As he had planned before, he had to help Clara regain her memory and make sure she knew exactly what Dylan

was up to.