Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 120

Chapter 120

Simon felt utterly humiliated like someone was choking him. A tidal wave of indignation swept over him. Clara's

neck bore a mark that was unmistakably the result of a kiss. She had spent all night at Dylan's villa, and now she

had this mark. It was clear how close they had gotten.

He should have been furious, but more than anything, he felt panic creeping in. His lips trembled for what felt

like ages, and his breathing becrapid.

Covering her neck, Clara spoke in a nonchalant tone. "It's just a mosquito bite. Why are you making such a

fuss?"

Her eyes showed genuine confusion like she couldn't fathom why he was overreacting.

"What?!" Simon sneered, dripping with sarcasm. "Stop lying to me!"

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If he hadn't had his own share of sex life, maybe he would've bought her story. But after countless nights with

Quinn, he knew exactly what that mark was. The soft pink hue indicated that whoever left it hadn't even been

rough.

Simon suddenly shot a glare at Dylan, noticing his calm demeanor. Tears welled up in his eyes. "Dylan..."

Dylan looked up, his face a blank slate. "Is there something you need?"

Simon choked up, biting his lip in frustration. But he didn't have the guts to confront Dylan head-on, so he turned

to Clara. "You're shameless, Clara. Absolutely shameless!"

Clara was getting ticked off now. "Are you out of your mind?! What is on your mind? | said it's a mosquito bite!

People with filthy minds see filth everywhere!"

She finally realized Simon thought she and Dylan had something going on. Wow, talk about imagination...

Just as she finished, a soft chuckle cut through the tension. It was light but incredibly pleasant.

Startled, she realized it was Dylan chuckling. He was mostly the serious type, but now he was smiling, the

corners of his eyes crinkling.

He added, "Yes, you're right. People with dirty minds see dirt everywhere."

Clara suddenly felt a bit awkward, especially when she caught his amused gaze. It made her even more

uncomfortable. That awkwardness quickly turned into embarrassment, especially since Simon thought she was

involved with Dylan.

Dylan, however, didn't say anything more and wheeled himself toward his office. Once the office door clicked

shut, the rest of the top-floor staff perked up their

ears.

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Simon was already fuming from Clara and Dylan's exchange, and with Dylan out of sight, his anger boiled over.

"Clara! Do you think I'm clueless? You're just a slut!"

The other staff had no clue that their esteemed boss was the man Simon was speaking about; they just thought

Simon believed Clara had another man.

Clara couldn't be bothered to listen any longer and sank back into her chair. "If there's nothing else, please

leave. I've got work to do."

Her indifferent attitude left Simon feeling a chill inside. Driven by a deep-seated fear, he suddenly leaned in to

kiss Clara.

Clara dodged swiftly, nearly toppling over backward. Once she regained her balance, she hurled a stack of

documents at him. "Simon, if you're sick, go to the hospital! Stop losing it here!"

Simon winced as the papers hit his cheek, his eyes burning red with anger.