Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 231

Chapter 231

Megan nodded and headed to the kitchen. Clara sat down next to Dylan and took her tsterilizing his

silverware with hot water. To break the awkward silence, she decided to strike up a conversation.

"Mr. Dylan, have you been sleeping better lately? | noticed those dark circles are almost gone. Did you find a

better sleeping pill?”

Dylan did look much healthier these days, and his usual aloof vibe seemed to have eased a bit. He glanced at

the bowl she nudged toward him and gave a simple, "Mmm."

Clara thought it was nearly impossible to have a real chat with him since his responses were usually just grunts.

Just then, Megan brought out the food.

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Clara noticed there were eight dishes, which seemed a bit much, so she tried to get Megan to join them. But

Megan shot a quick look at Dylan and declined.

"No, thanks. I don't think Mr. Dylan would be too comfortable with that."

Clara suddenly remembered how Dylan liked his meals in small portions, even at the Ferguson family estate,

where everyone used serving utensils first. She had missed that detail.

Quickly, she used a clean fork to serve him sfood in a small dish and looked at him warmly. "Is this okay?"

Dylan stayed silent, so Clara bravely pulled Megan to sit with them.

Megan ate cautiously, taking tiny bites, and whenever her eyes met Dylan's, she quickly looked away. Clara got

it; Dylan's presence was a bit intimidating.

Especially since Megan worked at Moonlight, where Dylan was a top client, she couldn't afford to be too familiar.

The meal was pretty quiet, and when Clara saw Dylan eating slowly, she hurried to pour him a glass of juice.

"Mr. Dylan, care for sjuice? | heard the owner squeezed it himself."

Dylan accepted the glass from her. Their fingers brushed slightly as she handed it over, and Clara jerked back,

nearly dropping it. Dylan frowned, as if questioning her reaction.

Clara quickly explained, "I just worry my boyfriend might get upset. Even though he listens to me, he's not easily

calmed."

Megan's eyes widened with surprise and a hint of joy. "Clara, did you get back with Simon? | thought you couldn't

let him go, but isn't he getting married?"

"It's not Simon," Clara replied calmly. "If the chance comes, I'll introduce him. He's just not into socializing right

now."

Megan was thrilled, her eyes shining. "That's wonderful! As long as you're happy, that's what matters."

The rest of the meal passed in silence. After Clara saw Dylan to his car, Megan pulled her aside for a chat.

"Clara, is your boyfriend from the Ferguson family?"

"No, he's just a waiter."

Megan paused for a moment, a bit awkwardly. "Oh, | see. As long as you're happy. Hey, I've got sfree time

lately. We should go shopping. It's been forever, and you could grab something for your boyfriend. He might

appreciate it, and it could bring you closer."

Clara hadn't thought about this before. Maybe she hadn't been paying enough attention to him, which could be

why he felt insecure. If she bought him more things, maybe he'd sense her sincerity. She was serious about him

this time; otherwise, she wouldn't have gone along with his whims.

Clara's thoughts were straightforward: if she didn't like someone, she wouldn't get intimate.