Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 184

Chapter 184

The next morning, as she got up, Clara found herself mulling over whether she should just go ahead and resign

to maybe preserve a bit of her pride in the process. Feeling a little out of sorts, she made her way downstairs

and, lo and behold, bumped right into Simon.

Simon had also crashed at the Bradford estate the night before. Seeing Clara without any makeup, Simon felt

something stir inside him. He'd seen her vibrant, youthful energy before, and there was no denying her beauty.

People might criticize her character, but nobody ever questioned her looks.

Simon found himself lost in her features, until he snapped back to reality and made a beeline for the stairs,

rushing so fast he ended up taking a tumble. Clara, not in the mood to deal with him, was about to leave when

Simon called after her.

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"Clara, | want to take you somewhere today. Maybe it'll help jog your memory. I've spoken with the doctor about

it," he said.

Clara frowned, pulling open the living room door, her tone sharp. "Can you just leavealone?"

His face fell, her words catching him off guard. Over the years, he'd practically made it his mantra to tell her to

stop bothering him. A sudden pang hit him, and his eyes started to redden.

Clara felt even more irritated. Bizarrely, Simon's vulnerability was making her uneasy. What was going on with

her heart?

Simon took a moment, pressing his lips together, holding back from his usual outbursts. "I'm just trying to help

you. If you can't remember, you're going to be at a disadvantage and potentially in danger. | messed up before,

but this time, | genuinely want to help."

Clara rubbed her temples. He had a point-being unable to remember did put her at a disadvantage.

Just as she was about to speak, Quinn crushing down the hallway.

"Clara!" Quinn's voice wobbled. "Simon and | are about to get married. This is our home. Can't you keep your

distance? I've been trying so hard to keep it together, but I'm scared I'll do something stupid again."

She clutched her head, looking on the verge of a meltdown. "Every t| mess up, | feel terrified of myself. It's

drivingcrazy."

Clara hadn't done anything, but Quinn was already putting on quite the show. Worried about her mental health

struggles, the whole family gathered around her. Someone handed her medication while others tried to soothe

her.

Quinn's face was ghostly pale. Clara almost wanted to ask how she managed such a convincing act. She tried to

walk away, but Naomi's voice stopped her. "Clara, | told you Quinn has issues. Are you trying to push her over

the edge? You know how much she cares about Simon. Just keep your distance. Didn't you say you're not

interested in Simon anymore? Or is it bugging you to see Quinn happy?"

Clara glanced at Naomi, then over at Ryan. Ryan was rattled by Quinn's condition, holding the meds with shaky

hands. He's too caught up to even notice Clara. Clara took a deep breath, pointing at Simon. "Go check on your

future wife. Forget what you just said. I'm going to find Megan; she might know the places I've been."

As she finished speaking, Quinn pulled Ryan aside, whispering something to him.

A flicker of hesitance crossed Ryan's face before he approached Clara and quietly led her outside.