Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 113

"Are you heading over to see someone?" Clara inquired, noting the absence of the usual file on his knee during the car ride. Today, Dylan seemed off, like he was carrying a heavy burden.

"Yeah," he replied curtly.

Picking up on his somber mood, Clara decided to keep her questions to herself, afraid to probe further. But after about ten minutes, Dylan unexpectedly broke the silence.

"Why'd you stop asking questions?"

His words felt like a sword hanging by a thread above her, threatening to fall. Clara swallowed nervously. "Is it someone important?"

"Very," he nodded, resting his chin on his hand and staring out the window. "When she left, I was shattered."

Despite feeling uneasy around Dylan, Clara had to admit he was quite the romantic. People often said that only the rich could afford to be hopeless romantics, but that wasn't entirely true. In her materialistic circle, most wealthy heirs were known for their playboy antics. Dylan's deep, unwavering love was a rare find.

The woman who had been his soulmate passed away seven years ago, and he still came to honor her every year. The look on his face spoke volumes. Shelly was loved and remembered by Dylan in such an intense way. She must've been truly special.

Clara kept quiet until they reached the West Hill Cemetery, a place guarded by solemn buildings and armed personnel. Someone must've recognized the car because the massive iron gate swung open promptly.

The implication was clear: don’t mess with me. Jackson sneered, giving her a once-over. "Lost your nerve, have you? Are you afraid for your life now? Where’s that bravado you used to flaunt?"

Clara frowned. People often talked about her past reckless behavior, like she was always tempting fate. It was a wonder she had survived this long.

Jackson leaned in closer, his presence overwhelming her. "You better hope you never end up in my hands."