Forbidden Captivity: Too Late to Escape

Chapter 341

Chapter 341

Clara playfully leaned against Dylan's arm, as if she had just noticed the woman sitting across from them.

"Dylan, who's this?" she asked with a teasing smile.

The woman glared, biting her lip hard before slamming her knife and fork onto the table. "I was about to ask you

the sthing. Who are you?"

"Oh, I'm Dylan's girlfriend. We just made it official. Dylan, want ssteak?" Clara replied, cool as ever,

spearing a piece and holding it up to his lips.

Dylan hesitated, so Clara leaned in and whispered urgently, "Con, Mr. Dylan, play along or the gig is up."

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With a quick glance at her scarf, something unreadable flashed in Dylan's eyes. He tried to turn away, but Clara

gently cupped his face, guiding him back with a playful persistence.

"Go on, eat," she coaxed, her hands resting on his cheeks, noses almost touching as their breaths mingled.

While Clara's eyes held steady on his face, Dylan's gaze dropped, and he reluctantly took a bite. She had no

other choice; she feared him pulling away would ruin their cover, so she took matters into her own hands.

After feeding him, Clara turned to the woman. "See? We're pretty close."

To be honest, the woman was stunning, with a deliberately seductive style but an undeniable sharpness in her

demeanor. She narrowed her eyes, noticing Dylan's downcast lashes, and sneered.

“So what? | feed other guys like that all the time. Let's see you two really kiss if you're so close."

Clara's smile faltered at that challenge.

The woman leaned back, eyebrow raised. "Aren't you two a couple? Never kissed?"

Clara's heart raced. Kissing Dylan in front of this woman would be a mess to explain, not just to Z but to Dylan

himself.

She froze, feeling like a deer in headlights.

The woman chuckled, swirling her wine smugly. "Dylan, where did you find this actress?"

Just then, Clara took off her scarf and wrapped it around Dylan's neck. Despite the clash with his suit, his striking

features and build blended perfectly with the bright scarf, softening his usually aloof vibe.

Clara held his hand, kissed the back of it, and leaned in sweetly. "Miss, we're not into public spectacles like that.

Dylan and | are more reserved. But trust me, our bond is solid when no one's watching."

Her neck bore telltale marks, a silent testament to their closeness.

The woman paused, her wine glass mid-swish, a strange look crossing her face.

Clara poured Dylan a glass of juice and cut another piece of steak for him. "Dylan, still hungry? You've got that

meeting tonight, right? Isn't it almost time?"

She offered the steak again, her eyes sparkling with humor, the fresh marks on her neck adding to her glow.