Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 59

Dylan’s cool composure seemed to rub off on Clara, who initially felt awkward but soon found herself settling down. Maybe her figure didn’t really catch his eye, or perhaps he just wasn’t interested in women. The thought brought her some comfort.

The hot spring was just too relaxing, and she wasn’t in a hurry to leave. She leaned back, letting out a contented sigh. Suddenly, footsteps echoed from outside, and Aiden’s voice followed.

“Boss, we’ve got intel. Micheal sent the hitmen from South Ashford.”

Michael? Wasn’t that Simon’s dad?

Clara instinctively ducked deeper into the water, hoping to stay out of Aiden's sight. After all, they weren’t exactly on good terms.

Aiden approached the pool’s edge, speaking with respect, “Michael’s left traces everywhere with his sloppy actions. Should we hit back?”

Clara, submerged, could barely make out their conversation, but she saw Aiden standing by the pool through the water’s distortion. There was no way she could surface now. Wearing Dylan’s bathrobe and sharing a hot spring with him would surely make Aiden suspect she was up to no good. It would look like she was trying to seduce Dylan. That was a misunderstanding she definitely didn’t need.

Dylan’s gaze drifted downward, noticing a figure trying to stay hidden beneath the water’s rippling surface. Luckily, Aiden couldn't see from his angle.

“No,” Dylan said, lowering his eyelashes. If Michael had any sense, he wouldn’t have let Ada, the mistress, take over, nor would Simon even exist.

Aiden was about to leave when Dylan asked, “Is everything sorted with South Ashford?”

Aiden was a bit taken aback; hadn’t they wrapped that up before coming here? South Ashford didn’t have much to offer, while North Ashford had hot springs, unique landscapes, and a prominent platform beside the highest cliff for taking in the mountain views—a spot really worth developing.

Though puzzled, Aiden dutifully replied, “Yeah, South Ashford just has two attractions, but they were sold to local farmers ages ago. Now, with the development buzz, they’re jacking up the prices to ten million.”

Farmers demanding ten million was beyond audacious; it was downright ludicrous. Where did they get the nerve?

Dylan watched her hand against his chest, and something dark flickered in his eyes. The air was thick with tension.

Clara could feel something pressing against her. It was impossible to ignore through the thin robe. Dylan was tall, and holding her like this made her feel small.

In that moment, Clara realized that despite Dylan’s composed exterior, he was still a man with desires. His reaction proved he was very capable.

She had a feeling that if she moved again, things could escalate quickly. So, she froze, staying perfectly still.

Dylan’s grip on her waist tightened slightly as he leaned forward, his chin resting on her shoulder. His voice softened. “Don’t move.”

Clara felt enveloped by his presence—a blend of dominance, gentleness, aloofness, and strength. These complex emotions wove together like a net, keeping her firmly in place.