Forbidden Captivity: Too Late to Escape

Chapter 213

Chapter 213

Dylan looked up at her, catching her profile in the light. She'd only said that to get under Quinn's skin, not

realizing the stir it might cause in others' hearts.

As she continued wiping down the counter, a long, slender hand reached over, gently tucking her hair behind her

ear.

She froze, turning to face him. Dylan flashed a sudden smile. "How about we grab lunch together?"

Clara's hands paused mid-air as she forgot to respond. Then it hit her-she'd promised to be at his beck and call

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until his leg healed. With a slight delay, she nodded, "Sure, sounds good."

Just as the words left her mouth, Quinn, who'd been standing across the room, let out a startled gasp. The file

she was holding slipped from her grasp, hitting the floor as she stared in disbelief. Her heart was a storm of

emotions, her face paling. Quickly, she bent to retrieve the papers, muttering, "Something just cup. | need

to go."

As she exited the office, she felt awkward, her body cold and stiff. Suddenly, she remembered the day Dylan

showed up at Clara's college graduation. Everyone thought he was just passing through, but then he and Clara

got into a car accident, and he hurt his leg. He never blamed her, choosing instead to quietly leave the country.

During that time, Clara was tirelessly after Simon.

Quinn's nails dug into her palms, a metallic taste of blood in her mouth. She once thought Dylan let it go

because of Simon, but Dylan seemed distant towards Simon. In fact, he was cold towards the entire Ferguson

family. That smile he gave just now? Never seen it directed at anyone else.

Quinn couldn't help recalling the past, like the first Ferguson family gala she attended. Dylan was the center of

attention, and when he spoke to her, she thought he was interested. But she overlooked Clara, who stood

absentmindedly beside her. Whenever Dylan spoke, his eyes were on Clara. Clara just didn't seem to care and

soon wandered off.

The more Quinn thought about it, the sharper the pain in her head, like a needle drilling deeper. Why? Why did

everything good seem to land in Clara's lap? Did Clara really deserve it? Damn it!

She rushed to the hospital, planning to deal with Ryan while no one was around. This was definitely going to

tarnish Clara's reputation for good. When she pushed open the door, she saw Ryan by the window, looking worn

out. Of course, Ryan hadn't heard that Clara was still alive.

Ryan wasn't excited at the sight of Quinn. He barely managed a smile, "Quinn, why are you here? Is Clara's

headstone ready?"

Quinn trembled with anger. Why did everyone still care about Clara after all she'd done? Just then, Ryan's phone

buzzed-it was Clara calling. He thought he was hearing things.

"Clara?"

Whatever she said on the other end had him rushing towards the door. "You're okay?! Do you know how worried

I've been? I've dropped ten pounds! You owea good meal to make up for it. And Dad's been bedridden-you

should at least check in on him. You're so heartless!"