Forbidden Captivity: Too Late to Escape

Chapter 205

Chapter 205

As Clara left the mansion and got back into her car, she felt like her legs were made of jelly. When she checked

herself in the car's mirror, just as she feared, her neck was dotted with red marks.

Sinking into the seat, the cool sight of the sunset outside jolted her back to reality. Inside that dimly lit room, the

man's voice had been so captivating, she felt completely under his spell.

She rubbed her temples, realizing that even though they hadn't gone all the way, it felt like they had. She let out

a sigh, her cheeks turning a shade of red at the wetness in her panties. "Oh Clara, what have you gotten yourself

into now?"

But at least the trip wasn't a total loss. The man she'd been searching for was stretched out in the backseat.

After taking a good half-hour to gather herself, she finally hit the gas.

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Back in the mansion's grand room, the lights were still off. The man, feeling the dampness on his fingertips, had

an intense, thoughtful look in his eyes. He got up, his long legs carrying him smoothly to a cabin the

shadows. He seemed to knew every corner of the room by heart.

Once he placed a silver mask over his face, he headed to a private box with a clear view of the arena. This place

was for the elite, where they could watch man versus man, man versus beast, and beast versus beast. The

mastermind behind this estate was none other than the man in the silver mask.

Inside the box, a few others exchanged knowing glances. The boss seemed in a good mood, even if he didn't

show it on the surface; the usual stern vibe around him was noticeably less intense.

What was that on his neck? It looked like scratches from a wild cat, but the arena only had fierce creatures, not

ones that left such suggestive marks. Had someone actually managed to get close to him? Unlikely. Everyone

knew he was waiting for someone. But no one knew who.

Rumor had it that he had reserved the most scenic riverside hotel and planned an elaborate fireworks display,

only to wait all night for someone who never came.

Later, he insisted it didn't matter, as she had someone else in her heart. Her identity was a closely guarded

secret all along.

Someone approached him cautiously, hopeful, "Boss, are you moving on and giving someone else a chance?"

A faint smile appeared on his lips, his hand propping up his head, his slender wrist tense. "She forgot him."

Because she forgot that person, she had returned here. His underling felt a twinge of sympathy. Damn, that

woman was always playing games, wrapping their boss around her finger.

"Did you see her just now?"

"I kissed her."

"Congrats."

"Yeah."

The exchange was short, but before, their boss would have brushed off such questions. When he wanted to keep

his emotions under wraps, nobody could read him. His feelings ran so deep, they might even fool himself.

Clara pulled up outside her place and dashed in for a shower. Stripping off her clothes and seeing the marks on

her skin made her want to slap herself. How could she fall for it so easily?

She leaned over, splashed her face with cold water, and waited for the blush to fade before hurriedly changing

into a fresh outfit. Her neck was definitely not for public viewing, so she opted for a turtleneck. As she turned,

she noticed a subtle mark just below her earlobe.