Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 666

This place wasn’t anything special—just a random estate Charles picked up, mostly so his two dogs could have somewhere to go wild. He didn’t think much of it. After all, he’d seen far better.

“Clara, you just ate. Walk with me for a bit? Might help you digest.”

“Okay.” She answered right away, practically bouncing after him.

Back when Charles lived with the Chester family, his only real interactions with people were during missions—usually the dangerous kind. Now, with someone actually choosing to tag along just because, he felt a strange kind of curiosity.

They hadn’t gone far before Clara started to slow, her steps turning careful—the pain from her wound catching up to her.

Charles noticed right away and turned them back. Soon, they were sprawled on the giant sofa in the living room. Charles grabbed a game controller and handed it over.

“You know how to play? Let’s do it. I’m seriously good at this.”

She glanced at the controller, then at him, and nodded.

Charles couldn’t help but grin. He switched on the console.

Super Mario popped up on the screen. It was a total classic—ancient, really. Nobody played it anymore.

His older brother was always too busy with work to bother. Mitch was off chasing girls. Charles never expected anyone to actually play with him—and Clara was pretty good at it, too.

It was honestly the first time in his life someone had played a game with him just for fun.

The family doctor hung around in the background, quietly bringing snacks and bowls of fruit, changing the bandages on Clara’s wrist and neck whenever she took a break.

They played until late afternoon. Charles was practically glowing, tugging Clara toward the door, ready for another adventure.

The doctor nodded, reminding him gently, “Charles, make sure you and Ms. Clara come back early.”

Charles was too excited to listen—he’d never had someone his own age to hang out with before, and right now, nothing else mattered.

“Yeah, yeah, don’t wait up if we’re late,” he called back.

The doctor wasn’t worried about Charles’s safety. His mind didn’t work quite like everyone else’s, but his skills were legendary. With the dogs by his side, nobody could touch him.

The Chester brothers had always kept a close watch, afraid someone might take advantage of how trusting he was. But over the years, Charles never really let anyone in—except his dogs. Anyone who tried to get close never even got the chance.

In his world, the dogs came first. Mitch was a close second.

Charles himself was like a perfectly sharpened blade—fierce, loyal, and always on guard.