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Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

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Chapter 292

Clara sat back and enjoyed two bowls of clam chowder while chatting with the manager about their new project.

They both agreed to check out the island later that day since developing the island hotel was a big priority.

After they wrapped up the meal, Clara dropped her utensils, grabbed a napkin, and handed it to Dylan. His palm

was injured, so she gently took his hand and carefully wiped his fingertips.

Eden spotted this and was absolutely livid. She stormed over and shoved Clara aside. "Clara, back off! | know

what you're trying to do. Stay away from my Dylan!"

Clara stumbled a few feet back. Seeing Dylan's silence, she figured she might have crossed a line, so she

retreated quietly.

With a smug grin, Eden wheeled Dylan away, whispering softly to him. Yet, somehow, Dylan's mood seemed to

drop to freezing.

Feeling a bit uneasy, Eden told Clara, "Go grab sdisinfectant. Dylan and | will wait on the boat."

Clara raised an eyebrow but didn't argue. She wasn't in the mood to stick around, so she headed to a nearby

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shop.

When she returned, the place was buzzing with boats, and she couldn't tell which one was theirs. She asked a

nearby staff member, who gave her a quick once- over, his expression unreadable.

"Are you Ms. Clara? Mr. Dylan and the others have already gone to the island. You'll have to catch up using a

small boat."

Clara suspected Eden was behind this. If it meant taking a small boat, then so be it.

But halfway through, the sky turned a threatening gray, and warning sirens wailed in the distance. She asked the

boatman, "Why's the weather gone bad all of a sudden? Is it safe to be out here?"

Before she got an answer, the boatman jumped into the sea, leaving Clara stunned.

Ahead, the waves were growing terrifyingly large. With no tto ponder whose schthis was, she steered

the small boat toward the nearby island.

The coastal weather was unpredictable. Even on the island, visibility was terrible, and the temperature

plummeted, leaving her chilled to the bone.

Taking a deep breath, she pushed forward, though the fierce wind occasionally sent debris flying her way, one

piece hitting her head hard enough to almost knock her out.

Meanwhile, twenty minutes earlier, Dylan and his team were about to head out when they got an urgent storm

alert. No boats could leave for the next three days, forcing them to return to the hotel.

Eden's eyes gleamed with malice as she bribed a boatman to lure Clara out to sea, hoping she'd end up

stranded.

Now, the rain was coming down in sheets, pounding on the windows. The Azure Shores manager was apologizing

to Dylan, saying they hadn't expected the weather to turn.

Dylan glanced outside, noticing Clara wasn't back yet, and the rain was relentless. She had no umbrella.

Ignoring the manager, he tried calling Clara.

But there was no signal on the island. Clara clung desperately to a tree, battling the wind to avoid being swept

away.

Taking a deep breath, she resolved not to let it end there.

Back at the hotel, Dylan frowned at her missed call, telling Aiden, "Go find her." Aiden knew exactly who he

meant and quickly grabbed an umbrella, heading out. He returned ten minutes later, soaked. In this weather, an

umbrella was useless.

"Boss, | couldn't find Ms. Clara. Do you think she might've thought we left and headed to the island on her own?"

The manager turned ghostly pale, shaking his head. "No way. All the fishermen got the storm warning. No one

would go out-it's a death wish."

Dylan's gaze zeroed in on Eden. She'd been oddly cheerful from the get-go. "Eden."

His voice was deep, eyes dark.

Eden tried to hide a smile, playing innocent. "Dylan, what's up? | don't know where she went. Maybe try calling

again?"

But Dylan just stared at her, saying nothing.

Facing Dylan's glare took guts. Besides being spoiled, Eden didn't have much experience. Seeing his genuine

anger, she broke into a nervous sweat, her words stumbling. "Dylan, why are you looking atlike that? | didn't

do anything."