Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 286

Chapter 286

"About a week."

She got up and said, "Aiden, | might not be able to make it."

Aiden gave her a quick once-over and replied, "Then you'll have to tell the CEO yourself."

Clara wasn't thrilled about seeing Dylan; he always reminded her of the bothersEden. But she didn't have

much choice and had to head to the office.

She knocked on the door and heard a chilly voice from within, "Cin."

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Pushing the door open, she found Dylan absorbed in a stack of paperwork. She walked over, ready to ask him

something, but her keen eyes noticed a faint scratch on his neck. It was subtle, like a tiny claw mark.

It took her a moment to figure it out. In the past, she wouldn't have known what it was. But after a few wild

sessions with Z, she'd picked up the habit of leaving little marks, sometimes without meaning to, and sometimes

very much on purpose.

That scratch on Dylan's neck? It looked a lot like a woman's fingernail had been there.

Could it be the Ferguson family had set up a date for him, and it went well? Did they hit it off?

That didn't seem right, though. Wasn't Dylan supposed to have slong-lost love he pined for?

She stood there in silence until Dylan finally looked up.

"Do you need something?"

"Mr. Dylan, | can't go to the Azure Shores project. You'll need to send someone else. Anna just took over the

company, and I'm not entirely confident in her yet."

He put his pen down. "Is he still in diapers?"

Clara was caught off guard by his jab at Ryan and was momentarily speechless. She forced a smile and said, "It

seems like Mr. Dylan has been quite the talk of the town lately... Are you seeing someone? | mean, that mark on

your neck looks like it's from a girlfriend."

Dylan's fingers twitched on the paper, and he awkwardly picked up the pen again, even though he'd just set it

down.

"No."

No?

Clara was sure she hadn't misread it, and then it hit her, "Did Mr. Dylan get a cat? That scratch looks pretty

intense. Just make sure to keep up with the vaccinations."

Of course, she thought, he wasn't the type to mess around with women. How could he let one leave marks on

him?

And besides, he was Dylan. If he were actually dating, there'd be a line of women ready to jump at just a hint

from him.

Dylan stayed quiet, gripping his pen, eyelashes lowered, back to his usual aloof self.