Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 103

Clara was still trying to figure out what on earth Dylan's leg had to do with her when suddenly, news broke about Dylan’s soulmate being brutally killed. If she had something to do with Dylan's beloved soulmate's death, what did it mean that she was still alive today? Was it just luck?

Clara finished reading the article, racking her brain to remember anything about this incident, but she drew a blank. She tried searching online for old news, but there was hardly any mention of this Shelly character. Just as she was considering reaching out to someone for answers, her phone buzzed with a call from an unknown number.

She picked up, and it was Nate on the other end, spewing venom. "Clara, you bitch! I heard you were behind that mess with Quinn. Just wait until you're married to me. I won't let you off easy!

"Your mom said that after Quinn's wedding, they're shipping you straight to me!

"You'll see, you stupid bitch. You'll be moan for for me soon enough."

Clara heard his hateful words and a chill ran through her. She thought keeping Ada occupied would make these people leave her be, but it seemed like Nate was still living in a fantasy.

She hung up immediately. Her brow furrowed when her phone buzzed again. It was a message from Simon.

Simon: [Do you even know what Shelly looked like? Clara, whether it's your background or your abilities, you're no match for her. Stop dreaming that Dylan would ever like you.]

Clara found it amusing. She had never entertained the idea of Dylan falling for her. She felt grateful that he didn't hate her.

But why on earth would Simon send such a message?

Lowering her lashes, she thought of a comeback and replied: [So concerned about me and Dylan, huh? Thinking about crawling back to me?]

Simon was out having drinks with Colton when he heard his phone vibrate. He saw Clara's message and it took him by surprise. Lately, Clara had been giving him the cold shoulder, barely speaking to him, and now she was actually replying.

He quickly set down his drink and read her message, which instantly got his blood boiling. "As if! Even if I were dead, I wouldn't go back to her!"

She hopped into her car, but as soon as she parked outside the bar, she noticed Dylan's car. What was he doing at a place like this?

She stayed put, not daring to step out, and watched as his gaze seemed to lock onto hers. Despite being in a wheelchair, his position on the steps exuded an air of authority.

Clara had just finished reading about Shelly, and now her hands tightened around the steering wheel, anxiety creeping in. She didn’t know if Dylan had spotted her, and she hesitated to get out, fearing an encounter.

She planned to wait until Dylan went inside before making her move, but he seemed to be deep in conversation with someone. His demeanor was calm, and she didn’t recognize his companions.

After ten minutes, when the coast seemed clear, she finally stepped out of the car. But after just a few steps, she realized Dylan and his group were actually standing behind a column, not having left. There was no avoiding it now; their eyes met.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly averted her gaze, but someone standing near Dylan called out, "Isn't this Clara?"