Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 825

“You’re actually pretty good at comforting people. Just give it a little more effort.”

Clara never saw herself as the comforting type—especially not with men—but then Aiden said,

“No matter where you go, just take him with you. Don’t leave him home alone to overthink everything.”

Honestly, that alone was enough to make Dylan’s day.

Clara wanted to ask more, but Aiden closed his eyes, looking exhausted, so she just got up and left quietly.

Back in the car, Ryan nodded toward a vehicle parked down the street.

“Clara, is that car following us?”

She answered, totally unfazed, “Took you long enough to notice.”

It had been tailing her since she’d left home, not even trying to be subtle—definitely one of Dylan’s guys.

She’d told Dylan not to have anyone follow her. He ignored her anyway.

Ryan figured Clara would be busy now—diving into her mysterious past, hunting down lost memories—so when she pulled up in front of a flower shop, he was caught off guard.

He frowned. “Shouldn’t you be, I don’t know, investigating your past or something?”

Clara, already picking out flowers, didn’t even look up. “Anyone curious about my past will show up on their own. As for my memory, I have a feeling it’ll come back soon. So for now, there’s really not much to do. Might as well spend my time cheering up my man.”

Ryan’s expression soured instantly. He hadn’t signed up for a day of playing sidekick while she doted on Dylan.

Dylan, of all people?

He was clearly annoyed, but he didn’t dare say anything to Clara’s face. So when she got back in the car, he snorted, “Honestly, were you just pretending to be trapped with him? Now you’re cool with his men spying on you too. I don’t get what’s going on between you two. If you like him, just say so—have a kid, be happy. Otherwise, if Dylan has a kid with someone else one day, you won’t even know whether to laugh or cry.”

Clara set the flowers down beside her. “He’s probably liked me for a long time. No way he’d have a kid with anyone else.”

Ryan wanted to argue, but stopped himself—Dylan did have a child.

When the car pulled up at Clara’s building, she gathered her flowers and headed upstairs. Ryan didn’t bother following. “Clara, I’ll come by another day.”

“Okay,” she replied, waving as she stepped into the elevator.

When she got home, Dylan was standing by the window.

Clara walked over, realizing he could see the whole street from there—could watch her leave and come back.

She shoved the bouquet into his arms. “Didn’t I say your people didn’t need to follow me?”

He didn’t answer, just glanced at the flowers and started looking for a vase—like he’d done it a hundred times before.

Clara flopped onto the sofa, propped her chin on her hand, and started playing a game on her phone.

Honestly, she had nothing urgent to do these days. She figured she might as well stay home, recover, and keep him company. After all, he needed time to heal too.

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