Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 881

When the car pulled up at Palm Bay, she could tell Dylan was dead set on keeping the whole thing with the child and Walter a secret—for good this time. She didn’t even bother asking. Instead, she went straight upstairs and found the guest room furthest from the master bedroom to crash in.

Dylan stood alone in the empty foyer, listening as her footsteps faded down the hall.

The housekeeper spotted him and lit up. “Sir, you’re finally home! Is there anything you’d like for dinner tonight?”

Dylan shook his head, glanced up the stairs, and started climbing, slow and heavy-footed.

He paused when he heard noise from the courtyard. Looking out, he caught sight of a face that looked almost exactly like Charles’s—only younger, as if they could be twins.

Uno saw him too, but his face stayed blank. He just kept munching through a plate piled with fruit.

The housekeeper hurried over. “He’s someone Mrs. Clara brought home. Eats like he’s starving, every single meal.”

Dylan just nodded and went upstairs without another word.

He and Clara had slipped into this weird, silent standoff. Two days went by and neither of them said a thing.

On the third night, Clara woke up in the middle of the night, restless and frustrated. What was the point of acting like this? She’d risked everything to find him—gone alone to dangerous places. Now they were both safe. Why keep pretending nothing was wrong?

She got up and padded down the hallway toward his room.

All the lights were off except for a sliver of light under his door. He never did like sleeping in the dark.

She was about to knock when his voice drifted through the door.

“So what am I supposed to do? His feelings are messing with me.”

A second voice answered, low and calm. “Sir, you already killed him. You’re the one who’s alive now.”

“But I can feel it…” Dylan’s voice sounded lost and, in the quiet, almost heartbreakingly sad.

Clara swallowed and instinctively started to turn back, but then that second voice spoke again.

“Mrs. Clara can’t find out. She’s still looking for the truth about his disappearance. She loves you—but she’s not giving up on the answers.”

Clara froze, one hand braced against the wall.

Who was she looking for? Z?

She drifted back to her room, Megan’s words echoing in her head: Z’s red bead bracelet and that ring had both shown up in Dylan’s study.

She’d always trusted Dylan—she’d thought Megan was just imagining things. But after everything lately, it was all too much. She’d gone to the West Hill cemetery, she’d learned there was a child. Dylan just kept denying everything, refusing to admit what was right in front of them.

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