Forbidden Captivity: Too Late to Escape

Chapter 310

Chapter 310

After stepping out of the taxi at the hotel, Clara made a beeline for the restaurant, but Dylan was nowhere to be

seen in the lobby. She had to ask a server for directions, who quickly pointed her to the restaurant he was in.

As she rounded the corner, Clara spotted Dylan sitting across from a woman in a striking red dress. The woman

leaned in, chatting animatedly, her back radiating confidence and charm. Dylan, however, seemed unfazed, his

lashes lowered, maintaining a cool composure.

Clara hesitated, her instinct telling her to turn back, thinking she might be intruding on a date. But then the

woman turned, her eyes landing on Clara with a sudden change of expression. Before Clara could grasp what

was happening, the woman grabbed her purse, sauntered over, and gave Clara a dismissive once- over. "Not

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much to look at," she sneered, before storming off, her heels clacking angrily on the floor.

Clara stood there, momentarily stunned, until her eyes met Dylan's. Turning back now felt unnecessary. Seeing

his table now empty, she walked over and took a seat.

"Mr. Dylan," she greeted, noticing the lipstick mark on the glass in front of him. Dylan remained calm, looking up

with a serene expression. "Do you need something?" he asked.

Clara suddenly realized that what happened on the island might have been just a fleeting moment, and now that

Dylan was calm, his demeanor towards her seemed distant. Her own restless thoughts over the past few days

felt almost silly in comparison.

With a small smile, Clara felt a wave of relief. "Mr. Dylan, | heard Quinn had a deal with Anderson Enterprises. Do

you know anything about that property?"

Just as she was about to delve into sensitive business matters, another woman's voice interrupted from behind.

"Excuse me, but this is my seat. Did you maybe sit in the wrong place?"

Clara froze, looking up to see another woman, impeccably dressed, staring at her with hostility. But her

expression softened when she met Dylan's gaze. "Mr. Dylan, is she here for a blind date too?"

Dylan didn't reply, his fingers slowly tracing the edge of his glass. Clara was about to stand, but seeing his

unreadable expression, she decided to stay seated, smiling at the woman. "No, I'm not in the wrong seat. Sorry,

but we're already planning our wedding."

The woman's eyes widened in shock, turning to Dylan. "Mr. Dylan, is that true?" Dylan's lips curled into a faint

smile. "Yes."

The woman took a deep breath, her face paling, lips quivering as she reluctantly left. Once she was gone, Clara

relaxed, letting out a breath she didn't know she was holding.

She hadn't anticipated Dylan being on a blind date, but it was clear he was growing tired of the endless string of

women. Apart from that night on the island, Dylan had never shown any interest in romance. Now, he was back

to being untouchable, high above where he seemed to belong.

Just as Clara was about to speak again, Dylan cut in. "My father's people are watching. What you just said will

get back to him word for word."

Clara felt like she'd been hit by a bolt of lightning, her vision darkening momentarily. Glancing around, she

noticed several men in black suits for the first time. No wonder everything had gone so smoothly; everyone

assumed she was one of Walter's arranged dates. And now it made sense why Dylan was sitting there

obediently-it was all Walter's doing.