Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 686

Everyone at the table was watching them. The way Dylan looked at Clara—so warm, so gentle—made it impossible for some people to keep eating.

Simon slammed his chopsticks down. “This is a dining room, not your bedroom.”

Dylan paused, reaching for a napkin to wipe the corner of Clara’s lips. He was about to say something when Clara looked right at him.

“Well, obviously it’s not a bedroom. There’s no bed,” she said, completely matter-of-fact.

She was just telling the truth, but this really wasn’t the moment for that kind of honesty.

The other people at the table all had expressions that were hard to describe.

Walter’s face didn’t give much away, but his hand tightened around his chopsticks. No one had ever been this bold in front of him before.

Mrs. Ferguson smacked the table. “Outrageous! Shameless! What kind of nonsense is that? How can a woman say things like that in front of her elders? And in public, no less? You—”

Clara blinked, genuinely confused. She didn’t see what she’d done wrong—there really wasn’t a bed here.

She leaned closer to Dylan, almost seeking shelter. “Honey.”

Dylan’s lips lifted in a calm, easy smile. “Mother, Clara’s still young. She doesn’t understand the rules yet.”

Mrs. Ferguson’s chest heaved with frustration. If this kept up, Clara was going to be the end of her.

How had this girl ended up in the Ferguson family?

A gentle hand started patting Mrs. Ferguson’s back. Tara’s soft voice floated over. “Mrs. Ferguson, don’t let it get to you. Dylan’s right—Clara’s still young.”

Kayla let out a cold laugh. “Young? She’s twenty-four, almost twenty-five. Don’t tell me she still doesn’t know any better?”

While everyone else wondered how to smooth things over, Walter put his chopsticks down.

“That’s enough. The birthday party is planned, so let’s call it a night. Dylan, you too—don’t bring her to the party. It’s fine if she jokes around at home, but there’ll be a lot of people there. Don’t let her act out in front of everyone. No one will put up with it except you.”

Dylan didn’t answer right away. Instead, he looked at Clara, his voice soft. “Are you full?”

Feeling a little guilty, she grabbed his arm. “Should we go? Did I mess everything up, honey?”

He shook his head. “No. You did great.”

“Really?”

She searched his face, trying to find any hint he was annoyed, but he looked completely unbothered.

A warm, fizzy feeling bubbled up in her chest. She still didn’t know how a guy like him ended up being her husband.

She must have saved the galaxy in a past life, right? Otherwise, how could she have landed someone so perfect?

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