Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 274

Chapter 274

Clara pressed her lips together and nodded sincerely, "Alright, thank you."

After the doctor left, Clara glanced up to find Naomi standing there. Naomi approached Johnny's bedside, tears

silently streaming down as she held his hand. It was clear she genuinely loved Johnny; her sorrow was authentic,

not a performance. Johnny slowly opened his eyes and gently patted her hand, remaining silent.

Naomi's heart ached even more, and she turned to Clara, "Stay here tonight, keep him company." Clara had no

plans to leave and nodded in agreement.

Meanwhile, across town, Quinn quickly unlocked Clara's phone. She scrolled through the messages with Dylan,

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her eyes filled with greed as she went through them one by one. However, finding no hint of romance between

them, frustration and jealousy twisted her expression. It seemed Dylan still had feelings for Clara. Ha! Clara

didn't deserve him!

Quinn immediately used the phone to send Dylan a message: "I want to talk to you about what you've been

hiding from me." Little did she know, her message struck a chord. Dylan saw it and tightened his grip on his

phone. Soon, an address popped up a hotel close to the Bradford estate. He rubbed his temples and replied with

a simple, "Okay."

Seeing his quick response, jealousy burned in Quinn's eyes. She wished she could storm over to the Bradford

estate and have it out with Clara. Taking a deep breath, she drove straight to the hotel, ready to execute her

plan. She had been preparing for this moment, and tonight, she was determined Dylan would fall into

her trap.

Dressed in her most seductive outfit, she added a special potion to the room's incense. Once Dylan breathed it

in, he wouldn't be able to resist. Her lips curled into a sly smile as she waited in the dimly lit room. After a long

wait, there was a knock at the door, and she quickly turned off the lights. The room was carefully chosen for its

low lighting, ensuring Dylan wouldn't see anything clearly. Once they were together, it would be too late. If she

ended up pregnant, the entire Ferguson family would have to cherish her as the mother of their heir. Just the

thought made Quinn tremble with anticipation.

She opened the door without revealing herself and darted back into the bedroom to wait. Dylan, sitting in his

wheelchair, noticed the scent in the room and raised an eyebrow. He gently closed the door and soon heard

noises coming from the bedroom. As he maneuvered his wheelchair to the bedroom door, Quinn couldn't contain

herself any longer and emerged, barely clothed.

"Dylan..." Her voice was sultry, dripping with desire. Dylan took a step back. Quinn's cheeks were flushed, and

she could only make out the silhouette of a man, yet she exuded immense enthusiasm. "Dylan, it's me, Clara.

Why are you ignoring me?" She shamelessly pretended to be Clara, banking on the potion to cloud Dylan's

judgment.

But Dylan remained unfazed in his wheelchair, even letting out a soft chuckle at her claim. Quinn thought she

had a chance and eagerly leaned against his leg, "Taketonight, won't you?" Her eyes were filled with

seductive allure, but Dylan simply lifted his foot and kicked her shoulder without any hesitation.

Quinn was jolted out of her fantasy, trembling from the pain. His voice was calm, "Had enough fun?" Despite the

pain, Quinn wasn't ready to let this opportunity slip away. This was the closest she had ever been to Dylan after

all these years. In this moment, he was stripped of his office facade, exuding mystery and power. She had never

seen this side of Dylan before, and it set her blood on fire. A man like him was perfect for her! Even if it meant

enduring pain tonight, it was worth every second.