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Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

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Chapter 169

"Did you sleep well, Mr. Dylan? I'm really sorry about yesterday. | freaked out after hearing what our partners

said and didn't pay attention to how strong the drinks were."

Her face was full of regret. "To make it up to you, I'd love to be part of the amusement park project. I'll do

everything | can to convince Mr. Calix to move. Please, givethis chance."

Dylan sipped his coffee, his voice cool and calm. "Don't let it happen again."

Clara suddenly recalled last night. He seemed to turn his head and murmur, "Don't do that." Oh no! She felt like

a total mess!

"I'm really sorry. I'll head over to that old hospital right away to try and sort things out for you, Mr. Dylan. Also, |

noticed you have dark circles under your eyes. Did you not sleep well last night? | can help you have a good

night's rest again tonight."

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Dylan hesitated, as if he was considering it, but then held back.

Clara quickly made a promise. "I have no intentions towards you, Mr. Dylan. If | did, then may the heavens..."

Before she could finish, he cut her off, "Stop." It felt like someone squeezed her throat, so she quickly shut up.

"Shall I head to the site then?"

"Yes." Just as she finished speaking, Simon burst in without even a knock. Seeing him was enough to give Clara a

headache. This guy was about to marry Quinn. Shouldn't he be busy with wedding prep? Why was he popping up

here so often?

"Clara!" Simon's voice was urgent as he pulled her aside. Clara took a deep breath, ready to shake him off, but

Simon firmly held her shoulders. "Clara, listen to me. Stay away from Dylan. Your lips weren't swollen from an

allergy last night; it's because he kissed you!"

Clara felt like a lightning bolt had hit her brain. Once she processed his words, she slapped him. Simon had just

reached the top floor and heard Clara was in the CEO's office. His reasoning flew out the window.

He couldn't dodge in tand got a solid slap on the cheek. Clara put her all into it, and her palm turned red

from the impact. She was shaking with anger, her breathing quick and sharp.

Last night was already humiliating enough in front of Dylan. His reluctance was written all over his face, and he

clearly didn't want to touch her. Now Simon was spouting nonsense here, making her even more embarrassed.

Simon rubbed his cheek and seemed to regain his composure. "You hit me?"

Clara took a deep breath, her smile more of a grimace. "Shouldn't you be planning your wedding? | thought you

were on leave."

Simon pressed his lips together, his eyes reddening, but he knew he'd been impulsive. He glanced at Dylan, who

was calmly focused on his paperwork, not even phased by Simon's outburst.

Simon gritted his teeth. Last night, Dylan had bragged about the unloved being the true intruder. 'What a joke!"

He was so mad he wanted to curse, but he was terrified of Dylan.

His face flushed with restraint, and he suddenly spoke in a raspy voice, "I have something really important to tell

you, Clara. This time, it's seriously important."

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Clara didn't want to hear it. Every time, it was just pointless chatter. "Simon, I'm not interested. I've got

important work to do, and this is the CEO's office-a place for business. Barging in without knocking is really

rude."

She finished speaking and turned to Dylan. "Mr. Dylan, shall | go now?"

"es."

A hint of relief crossed her face. She was worried Dylan might be upset by Simon's earlier comments, so she

quickly added, "Thank you, Mr. Dylan, for givingthis chance. | won't let you down."

Simon was irked again. "What opportunity? What are you doing for him? Clara, I'm genuinely trying to help you

this time. | believe you really lost your memory. There are so many things you haven't remembered yet, you..."

He wanted to continue, but Clara didn't even want to listen and walked straight out. Simon watched her leave,

clenching his fists, then turned to Dylan.

Dylan didn't even blink and continued flipping a page in his document. Simon found Dylan's passive stance

unbearable, and he couldn't take it anymore. "Are you done pretending?"