Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 877

She was strong. Clear-headed. And with him, her feelings were completely real—no pretending, no games.

Lowering her lashes, she ended the call.

Clara could guess what they'd said on the other end. She closed her eyes for a moment. "Charlie, you and Uno should come back to Palm Bay with me. Milo and Buddy know their way around there. I’ll wait for Dylan to come back and give me some answers. If he doesn’t, I’ll go with you to North America for a while."

Charles’s eyes lit up, a spark of excitement on his face. "Sounds good!"

Back at Palm Bay, Clara had the housekeeper arrange rooms for everyone. She was so tired she could barely keep her eyes open.

The next morning, when she came downstairs, she found Uno at the dining table, eating like he hadn’t seen food in days.

His eyes were bright, and there were at least a dozen empty plates in front of him—he’d cleaned them all out.

The housekeeper, standing nearby, patted her chest, still looking a little shaken. "Ma’am, I got such a fright last night. I came down and saw someone eating raw meat—I thought for a second Milo or Buddy had turned into some kind of monster."

Honestly, anyone would be freaked out seeing someone eating raw meat in the middle of the night.

Clara suddenly remembered—she’d forgotten to get Uno any dinner last night. He couldn’t really communicate, so he must’ve come downstairs for food on his own.

She smiled. "Let’s make sure there’s always plenty of food for him from now on."

The housekeeper nodded, then quietly grumbled, "I’ve never seen anyone eat this much. This is his second round already! What if he eats himself sick?"

Uno licked the last plate clean, then even sucked the sauce off his fingers.

"You, good. Me, with you. Good," he said, in his slow, careful way.

Clara got what he meant. She stepped up, grabbed a napkin, and gently wiped his mouth.

He didn’t move, just blinked at her, a flash of surprise passing over his handsome face.

"Slow down when you eat. And get some exercise after. You can stay with me, but from now on, your job is to keep me safe, understand?"

He nodded right away and spun a steak knife between his fingers. "I live, you live. You die, I die."

Clara’s heart twisted a little. She really did care about Uno, but right now, there was no other way—this was the only way he could survive, at least for now.

Once things with Dylan were settled, she’d think about finding out the truth about Uno and Charles’s past.

The housekeeper brought her a new breakfast. Clara ate slowly. Just as she was finishing, her phone rang—a call from Ferguson Corporation’s upper management.

Clara called Dylan several times, but he never answered.

She was really starting to get mad. It was always like this with him—even when he was hurt, he’d just disappear and deal with it alone.

Anyone would get tired of that kind of partner.

That afternoon, Clara went to Ferguson Corporation and ran right into Michael and Lucius.

Dumping that many shares—especially to a rival—would put Dylan in a terrible position.

Clara could see what Lucius was doing. He was ready to go down with the ship if he didn’t get his way.

Dylan had given so much for the company—there was no way Clara could just stand by and watch it fall apart.

At least Lucius was talking. That meant there was still some room to negotiate.