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Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 258
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Chapter 258

Clara raised an eyebrow, clearly puzzled. "Why are you so certain about this?"

Simon gazed into her eyes, feeling a strange satisfaction. It had been ages since Clara had listened to him with

such patience.

"Clara, even though I'm pretty full of myself, | know my skills aren't on par with those shrewd folks from big

families. The fact that I've picked up sclues here means something. The person behind this might be a

rookie, leaving traces because they're not used to doing this kind of thing. Your accident, the coma that followed

—it was obviously an attempt on your life. I'll look into the driver's background to see if he's slong-lost

criminal."

Hearing this, Clara realized Simon had genuinely been putting in the effort on the investigation these past few

days.

"Thank you."

Simon's eyes lit up with happiness. He felt a wave of joy, thinking that even lying in bed right now was totally

worth it!

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"You should get srest. I'll dig into the driver's history quickly, and once we catch him, we'll find out who's

pulling the strings."

"Okay."

Clara got up and left. As she stepped out of the hospital, she yawned, her eyes watering from exhaustion.

But as soon as she settled into her car, she sensed someone in the backseat.

A chill ran down her spine. Just as she was about to turn around, a searing kiss caught her off guard.

Her car was parked under a sprawling oak tree, its thick branches casting shadows that enveloped the vehicle.

But she knew who it was-Z.

She raised a hand to push him away, but his kiss only grew more determined. "You lied to me."

His voice was a mix of anger and hurt, as if he wanted to drown her in his emotions.

Clara's heart raced. Wasn't he supposed to be living alone in that rundown cottage? Why was he suddenly here?

"Z, | can barely breathe. Letgo."

But he didn't let her go, instead pulling her from the front seat to the back, holding her tightly.

Clara could feel his body trembling slightly, clearly from anger.

It seemed he was really upset this time.

She gently patted his back, trying to calm him down.

But Z's idea of comfort was far more physical.

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Now she was getting frustrated. She was genuinely exhausted, with work tomorrow she just wanted to sleep.

Yet Z was too anxious, relentless in his pursuit, causing the entire car to shake.

Just as she was about to speak, his teeth sank into her shoulder, as if punishing her for a minor lie with a fierce

bite.

Clara winced in pain, baffled by the intensity of his emotions.

She turned her head, planting a soft kiss on his cheek, trying to be patient.

"Alright, calm down. | didn't mean to lie, and | wasn't planning on spending the whole night taking care of him. |

was heading hto sleep since | have work tomorrow. Can you please hurry up and settle down?"

"Do you even know why I'm mad?"

His voice was dark and brooding.

Clara knew she had to be careful with this question.

But after thinking it over, wasn't it just a simple case of jealousy?

She couldn't help but let out a small huff.

His voice dropped even lower, almost to a whisper.

"Do you know why you're lying here lettinghave my way?"

Clara frowned, finding his words grating.

"Because | know you've lost your memory. | deliberately seemed vulnerable, and you softened. When you soften,

| take advantage, moving in step by step until I've conquered you. Once you feel sorry for me, you letdo as |

please. But now, you've gone and felt sorry for him."

In simple terms, he knew exactly how he'd won her over, and seeing someone else follow the ssteps made

him panic.