Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 778

Clara waited. Four whole days.

The funeral had already come and gone. Someone said they’d buried the old lady at the Westhill Cemetery. Every day, Clara called Aiden, asking if there was any word from Dylan. But Aiden hadn’t seen him either. Actually, he’d been warned off by the old man.

On the fourth evening, Aiden finally showed up at Palm Bay.

Clara opened the door herself. Her heart sank the moment she realized it wasn’t Dylan standing there.

Aiden looked uncomfortable, hesitating before he spoke. “Mrs. Evans, the boss asked me to tell you… he wants you to move out. He’ll probably be back tomorrow morning. He doesn’t want to see any unfamiliar faces around.”

For a second, Clara thought she must’ve misheard.

Unfamiliar face?

She just stared at Aiden, searching his face for a sign this was some kind of joke.

Aiden dropped his eyes, repeating quietly, “Please, Mrs. Evans, this is a direct order from the boss.”

Clara stood there, silent. After a few moments, she nodded.

She turned to go pack, but honestly, she didn’t have much at Palm Bay to begin with. After a few steps, she turned back and said, “Alright. I’ll head out. Aiden, I might call you later. Will you pick up?”

She didn’t even ask about Dylan—not this time.

Aiden nodded.

Clara didn’t say anything else, but Charles couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“What does he mean, ‘unfamiliar face’? Wasn’t he head over heels for my sister? Suddenly she’s a stranger? What a jerk! Sis, let’s go. Don’t waste another second on him. Just come stay at my place. My helicopter’s still here—we don’t need Palm Bay anyway.”

He took Clara’s hand, ready to whisk her away.

But Clara didn’t move. “Charles, can we leave Milo and Buddy here? My apartment in the city’s tiny—they’d be cramped.”

Charles gave her a look, a little annoyed but relenting. If it were anyone else telling him what to do with his dogs, he’d lose it. But when it came to Clara, it just made sense.

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