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Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

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Chapter 376

A string of makeshift cranberry beads, strung together with a bit of DIY effort- wearing this outside would

definitely turn heads, and not in a good way, right?

Dylan kept silent, but out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Clara crouched by the window, carefully picking

through the little red berries. She had already picked out her own string and slipped it onto her wrist. As she

stood, a twinge of numbness shot through her legs from staying in that position too long. Her fair skin was

flawless, and the crimson beads on her wrist only made it look even more like porcelain.

She'd planned to meet Dylan at seven, and as tcrept closer, she waited patiently. An hour later, Dylan and

Jackson finally appeared at the entrance. Jackson's eyebrows knitted together when he saw her, but Clara

instinctively took her place behind Dylan. "Mr. Dylan, are we heading to Moonlight now?" she

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asked.

Dylan nodded slightly, and she quickly followed him into the car. Aiden was at the wheel, with Jackson lounging

in the backseat. After a moment of hesitation, Clara decided to offer her gift. "Mr. Dylan, this is for you. A formal

apology for the situation with Sarah."

The gift was a pair of cufflinks from a luxury brand, evident from the elegant little box. Jackson, sitting beside

Dylan, let out a mocking laugh. "Word is, the Bradford family's been tight on cash lately. You're really pulling out

all the stops, huh?"

Dylan glanced at the box but didn't immediately take it. Instead, his eyes drifted to her wrist, where the

cranberry bracelet glimmered like fiery little gems. Clara's hand hovered in the air, awkwardly waiting. Just as

she was about to say something to break the tension, Dylan took the box, placing it aside with a nonchalant air.

Jackson, enjoying the scene, chimed in, "Dylan, count yourself lucky. At least you didn't end up with that cheap

bracelet." Turning to Clara, he added, "Who's the lucky recipient of that bracelet, anyway?"

Clara took a deep breath, trying to suppress her annoyance. Jackson was too brash, always speaking without a

filter. When she remained silent, Jackson continued, "Is it for your secret boyfriend? Lettell you, men are no

different from women; they love expensive gifts. The pricier, the more heartfelt. You gift Dylan something worth

thousands, but your boyfriend gets a trinket from a street stall? Wouldn't he be upset? The Bradford family isn't

that broke, are they?" "That's because Jackson doesn't understand," Clara finally retorted.

Jackson had never been told he didn't understand something. Raised in the Dawson family, he was groomed to

be a successor, mastering everything from equestrian to finance. His biggest regret was the arranged marriage

three years ago, which forced him to marry a woman he had never met. If not for that, his life would have been

perfect. Now, to be told by someone mocked in social circles that he didn't understand emotions? That was a

stretch.

Amused, he leaned back, challenging her, "Alright, enlighten me. What don't | get? Clara, the business partner

you're meeting tonight is me, and | considered this project for you because of Dylan. If your answer doesn't

impress me, even Dylan's influence won't help."

Clara had a hunch and pursed her lips, "You don't understand emotions."

Jackson might have looked like a playboy, but there was a twhen he was all heart. He once loved a girl

deeply, but his father, Walter, had insisted on marrying him off, forcing him to break up with his first love. He

spent three years abroad, only to hear that she had married someone else. He returned, full of resentment, and

immediately sought out a woman to sleep with, trying to rebel against the forced marriage. But, surprisingly, he

found a good match in his current partner.

"How am | supposed to understand emotions?" Jackson scoffed. "With women, if she's a player, be

straightforward; if she's innocent, spice things up. You just do the opposite. | don't need to understand feelings.

Most of the time, just throw smoney around, and they crunning."