Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 780

Tara was so mad she could barely see straight. Honestly, Clara’s shamelessness never failed to amaze her.

She shot Dylan a look, took a deep breath, and said, “Dylan, you really shouldn’t eat anything she made. You know she was involved in what happened with your grandmother—who’s to say she hasn’t poisoned your food?”

Dylan just lowered his eyes and quietly took a few more bites. Then, without even looking up, he asked, “And you are…?”

Tara froze, sure she’d misheard. “What did you just say?”

He didn’t bother replying. Instead, he picked up his phone and called Aiden.

A couple minutes later, Aiden came in. “Ms. Warren, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

Tara’s face went from red to white, her fingers gripping the lunchbox so tight her knuckles stood out. “Dylan, you can’t be serious. Are you joking?”

Aiden kept his polite smile. “The CEO doesn’t remember anyone. Not just Mrs. Ferguson.”

Tara’s nails dug so deep into her palm she nearly broke the skin.

She’d thought Dylan had only forgotten Clara. It never even crossed her mind that he’d forgotten everyone. He acted so calm, still handled work like nothing happened—she’d assumed he’d just blocked out one person.

When the office was finally empty, Dylan looked down at the three dishes and soup in front of him, all packed in pretty thermal containers.

He stared at the chopsticks in his hand, pressing his lips together.

Something about all of this just felt off.

For the next three days, Clara showed up on the dot with breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Pretty soon, everyone in their circle was talking.

Back when Clara was chasing Simon, there was nothing she wouldn’t try. Now it looked like she was pulling the same moves on Dylan.

Simon reached out and grabbed her wrist. But Clara moved faster—one smooth motion, and she flipped him right onto the ground.

Simon lay there, stunned. The pain only hit him after he landed, and he glared up at her as she kept walking away.

“Clara!”

He scrambled up and chased after her, eyes red. “Do you even remember how good you were to me? When you cook for him, do you ever think about us? Even if you were just pretending then, you really did care about me. I was the idiot who didn’t appreciate it. If I’d given you even a little back, things wouldn’t have—”

Clara stopped and turned, sounding annoyed. “Are you done?”

She glanced at Simon, who was actually crying, tears streaming down his face. Just standing there, completely lost.

But to Clara, when she stopped caring about someone, even if they died right in front of her, it just didn’t matter.