Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 793

He didn’t bother saying anything—just grabbed a shirt and headed for the bathroom.

Clara, always a little clueless about these things, stayed put on the bed, waiting patiently.

When Dylan came out, he went straight to the closet, searching for a pair of pants. Clara didn’t even try to look away. He hesitated, then ducked back into the bathroom to finish getting dressed.

Finally, when they were both ready, Dylan opened the door to leave.

“Where are you going? Are you coming home for dinner tonight?” Clara called after him.

He paused in the doorway, holding back for a few seconds before finally answering, “No. I won’t be back tonight.”

He had meetings lined up with a few business partners, and after that, he’d probably head to the old Ferguson family estate.

“You’re going back to your family? What if your dad tries something again? What if, by the time you come back, whatever little bit of feeling you have for me is just… gone? I just don’t trust him at all, and you don’t even remember anything right now, you—”

Her worries kept tumbling out. After all, Dylan’s father could easily manipulate him in his current state. What if Dylan came back even colder than before? They never really belonged in each other’s worlds. If he shut her out completely, she might never see him again. After what happened, his father would probably do everything he could to get rid of her.

Dylan’s hand tightened on the doorknob. He hesitated, then turned and slipped a signet ring onto her thumb.

“Keep this safe.”

Clara pressed her lips together and looked up at him, searching his face.

He paused, then gently cupped her cheeks and kissed her—soft and fleeting. The warmth of him, the familiar scent, made her heart ache. But he pulled away quickly, holding himself back.

“If that day comes, take this and find me in North America.”

She couldn’t see Kay’s face, but Dylan could tell he was offended, just from the way he stiffened.

Dylan couldn’t shake the feeling that Clara kept asking for more—so much that she was pushing some invisible boundary.

He looked down. “He’ll be with you. And everyone in Palm Bay answers to him.”

Clara brightened, clearly pleased. So Kay was that important. No wonder he was always around. That meant even if Dylan forgot her, she could still come and go in Palm Bay as she liked.

“So from now on, Kay only listens to me, right? Good. That makes me feel a lot better.”

Dylan nodded, but didn’t leave right away. It was like he was waiting—to see if she’d ask for anything else.

And honestly, it seemed like he might just give it to her.