Forbidden Captivity: Too Late to Escape

Chapter 199

Chapter 199

When Clara got out of the car, Quinn had already driven off. She stepped into the elevator Quinn had just used,

catching a strong whiff of lingering perfume. Clearly, Quinn had gone all out with her appearance today. Was she

planning to see Simon?

A quick check on the office chat showed Simon hadn't been around for days. Their wedding was just ten days

away, but neither seemed in a hurry to tie the knot.

Instead of heading to her desk, Clara made a beeline for Dylan's office to give him an update. But the office was

empty-where had Dylan disappeared to? She quietly moved to the nearby lounge and was about to knock when

she overheard his voice.

"I've got this under control. Don't do anything rash. She doesn't hateas much as she used to, so let's not

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mess it up.

"I'm at a loss, always have been with her."

Clara paused, her hand hovering in mid-air, as she listened to Dylan's tired but tender tone. Who was he talking

to, and who was this "she"? The only person he seemed to care for like that was Eden. Was he finally ready to let

go of Shelly, his old flame, and choose Eden?

Clara quietly returned to the sofa in the office. From there, she couldn't hear his voice anymore.

Dylan cout about ten minutes later and looked a little surprised to see her.

Clara quickly spoke up, "Mr. Dylan, | think I've figured out a way to get Calix to move out, but I'll need a week."

"Alright," he replied, casually flipping through papers as if the project was no big deal.

Clara felt uneasy, not sure what to say next. Her hesitation was broken by the sudden burst of the office door.

Simon stormed in.

The moment Simon saw her, he was stunned. He rushed over and pulled her into a tight hug.

Clara nearly lost her breath and instinctively kneed him where it hurt. Having learned from past encounters,

Simon quickly dodged and burst into genuine tears.

"Clara! You're alive! You scaredto death! Why didn't you call if you were okay? Why didn't you let the

Bradfords know? Quinn's already getting a headstone made for you!"

His sobs were heartfelt, coming from deep within. In Clara's recent memories, she'd never seen Simon in such a

state.

She gazed at his face, a memory of another similar face surfacing in her mind, though she couldn't quite place it.

Simon's eyes brightened, and he gently held her face. "Did you remember something? Clara, you used to look at

He seemed thrilled, his breathing quickening.

Clara snapped back to reality, gently pushing him away. Her expression turned calm, though her question left her

puzzled. "Simon, do you have any siblings? Someone who looks like you?"

At that moment, the sound of glass shattering echoed through the office.

Clara glanced at Dylan, who remained silent, eyes downcast. His usual easygoing demeanor was gone, replaced

by a tense facade, emotions bubbling just beneath the surface.

Simon was a bit confused but too happy to worry, so he answered honestly.

"My uncle doesn't have kids yet, but my other uncle has two sons, and my aunt has a son. They all look a bit like

me, but none as handsome. Why? Realize I'm not so bad-looking after all? Ha, too late. You've been pretty

distant lately."