Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 137

Chapter 137

Clara found herself in an asylum. She was led into a spacious room by the head of the facility. The room was

quite large, and she was locked inside. "Clara, you'll be staying here for a while," they informed her.

She glanced around, surprised that the environment was actually quite decent. There was no way to contact

anyone, as the Bradford family bodyguards had confiscated her phone while she was in the car. They probably

handed it over to Johnny.

Just as she was about to drift into sleep, she heard the soft creak of a door opening. "Clara, darling. I'm here."

Her eyes flew open, spotting Nate standing at the bathroom door. He had been hiding there all along. Her

expression changed instantly. "What are you doing here?"

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Nate's face was smug, full of lewd intentions. "What do you think? Your mother askedto keep you company!

She's really thoughtful, huh? Don't you find the scent in this room a bit odd? It's her wedding gift to us!"

Clara had smelt something strange but assumed it was just disinfectant.

Nate slowly advanced, rubbing his hands together eagerly. He was clearly anticipating what was to come. "I've

already taken the antidote," he sneered. "This room is filled with sedatives; once you wake, everything will be

settled. Don't worry, I'll be gentle and make sure you enjoy it!"

Nate had been eyeing Clara ever since she managed to outsmart him previously. Now, with no one to help her,

he thought he could do as he pleased!

Clara dodged his lunge, but the

sedative was starting to take effect, leaving her feeling weak. She

grabbed a nearby chair and smashed it against the window, shattering the glass. Bending down, she picked up a

shard and stabbed it into her thigh. Blood immediately gushed out.

Nate was shocked to see her willing to harm herself like that. "Jeez! Are you crazy?!" He moved closer, but Clara

raised the glass shard to her neck. "Don't cany closer!" Nate froze, his expression darkening.

Clara swallowed hard, maintaining a calm demeanor as she looked at him, her gaze unwavering. "Nate, you

don't want this to end in tragedy, do you?"

Nate was almost hopping with frustration. He had such a beautiful woman in front of him yet was unable to

touch her! "Clara, don't do anything rash. Do you really despisethat much? It'll just happen a couple of

times, and we're supposed to get married anyway. | treat you well, better than any other woman! You're still

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hung up on Simon, aren't you? You're mine!" He cursed as he edged closer.

But Clara leaned against the wall, pressing the glass shard deeper into her neck, blood trickling down. Nate had

never seen anything like this before and stopped in his tracks.

The pain made Clara's mind sharper, and more focused. "I'll say it once more. Don't ccloser, or I'll die right

here."

Nate was seething, his scalp tingling with anger. 'Fine, I'll wait it out with this stubborn woman.' He didn't believe

she could stand forever!

The sedatives in the room were potent; no one could withstand them for long. He'd see if she had the strength to

stand in ten minutes! Clara’ hand clenched the shard

tightly. She was so tired and her legs felt weak, but she couldn't afford to lose consciousness.