Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 794

In the end, Clara was as carefree as ever. Now that she had Kay, she felt completely at ease—so much so that she was ready to crawl back into bed and catch up on her sleep.

For some reason, he didn’t seem all that happy about it, but he left anyway.

Clara didn’t know what he was up to this time, but honestly, no matter what happened, she’d still go looking for him.

She studied the signet ring in her hand, then told the housekeeper to bring her a strong chain. With care, she slipped the ring onto the chain and put it around her neck.

It actually looked pretty nice, she had to admit.

When it came to Walter, Clara always felt powerless. As long as Dylan couldn’t bring himself to go against his own father, there would always be something standing between them.

But she understood. Dylan could never completely harden his heart against his own dad.

Two hours later, just as Clara was drifting off, she heard someone arrive.

She got up and opened the bedroom door, only to find a woman waiting outside.

She was petite and beautiful, with a striking, lively look—a little like Clara herself.

The woman gave Clara a long, slow once-over, eyes scanning her from head to toe. Then she crossed her arms. “So this is it? People make you sound like some kind of goddess. You’re just... okay, I guess.”

Then, with a smug smile, she stuck out her hand. “Hey, I’m Louella. I snuck over here without telling my brother Mitch. I wanted to meet you, and see Dylan. It’s been what, over two years since I last saw him? I heard his legs are all better now.”

She’d only just found out. She’d always liked Dylan’s looks—and his reputation—but his disability had put her off. If she was going to marry, it had to be a man at the very top. With the Chester family’s status, she’d never have to settle. Why should she?

But now, barely a year later, Dylan’s legs were completely healed. He was about to head back to North America and take over as head of the Ferguson family.

The Ferguson family’s status was sky-high. Being the family head was definitely worthy of her attention.

And honestly, she’d never cared how many women a man had before. If no woman wanted him, he couldn’t be worth fighting over.

Louella loved nothing more than taking what belonged to other people.

Charles had always been the one Louella liked to pick on. He moved closer to Clara, lowering his voice. “Sis, just go back to bed. Don’t waste your time with her.”

But Louella just laughed even harder when she heard him call Clara “sis.” “What did you just call her? Sis? See, birds of a feather. The two of you are just a pair of fools. I seriously doubt Dylan would ever go for a woman like her.”

Charles’s face went bright red with anger. “If my brother-in-law doesn’t like my sister, you think he’ll like you? Louella, North America has really spoiled you, hasn’t it? You think everyone’s going to treat you like royalty, just because you’re Ms. Louella?”

Louella rolled her eyes, not even bothering to argue. She looked at Clara again. “We’ll be seeing each other again. The Ferguson and Chester families are talking about a marriage alliance. Better enjoy your last days in Palm Bay while you can.”

She left, strutting away like she owned the place.

Clara glanced over at Charles, her voice flat. “That’s really Ms. Louella?”

Charles nodded, frustration written all over his face. “That’s her, all right. You know how powerful the Chester family is, and she gets whatever she wants. She’s never had to care what anyone else thinks, and the family spoils her rotten. Don’t mess with her unless you have to. She’s always got bodyguards around her. She’s willful, but she’s got a lot of people backing her up. That’s where all her confidence comes from.”

With a family that powerful behind her, Louella could afford to do whatever she wanted.