Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 859

He’d been watching her for years, knowing every little detail about her life—while she couldn’t stand him.

What was going through his mind back then, someone so proud and untouchable?

Clara didn’t even want to know. Dylan always kept his deepest thoughts hidden, and she could only imagine how much pain he put himself through.

She stayed there for hours, lost in thought, until she suddenly remembered something: ages ago, an old alternative medicine expert had handed her a jar filled with herbs, swearing it was for making a special soup and insisting she take good care of it.

Maybe there was a clue inside?

She’d taken the jar home and just tucked it away, totally forgetting about it.

Now, her heart started to race. She grabbed her keys and drove straight home.

The whole trip took forever—by the time she finally made it back, it was already the early hours of the next day.

But she wasn’t tired at all. She went straight into her apartment and dug around until she found the jar.

She popped the lid open. Just a bunch of dried herbs.

She dumped them out, and that’s when she saw it—a tiny photo album, barely bigger than her hand, hidden at the bottom.

Clara’s pulse quickened. Her gut told her this album had secrets—like she was about to see something nobody else was meant to know.

She took a deep breath, bracing herself, and opened it.

Every page was blank. All except for a single note tucked in at the end.

—When it’s all over, I’ll come find you.

Clara frowned. Was this some kind of joke?

The old medicine expert had been so serious about the album; there definitely should’ve been something here.

Now it was gone. Someone must have broken in, taken whatever was inside, and left her this note as a taunt.

Her thoughts spun in circles until she thought her head might explode.

Clara tucked the notes away, pressed her lips together, and flopped down on the couch, hoping she might get some sleep.

But there was no way she could rest. She picked up the note again, reading those words over and over—But for now, it’s not over.

What would it take for this to finally end?

As long as she didn’t know what this person wanted, she’d always be one step behind.

Clara stared at the handwriting. It felt weirdly familiar, like she’d seen it somewhere since her memory loss, but couldn’t quite place it.

Suddenly, she sat up straight, eyes fixed on the note for ten full minutes before finally putting it down.

Finding this person might actually be easy. If they didn’t want Dylan going to North America, then maybe that was exactly where he should go.