Forbidden Captivity: Too Late to Escape

Chapter 432

Chapter 432

She immediately thought about that drink. At a party this big, getting it directly to her was no simple feat.

Scanning the room, her eyes quickly found a familiar face-Simon. As soon as he spotted her, he made a beeline

in her direction.

"Clara, are you okay? You look a little off."

Clara opened her mouth to respond, but then a sudden wave of heat hit her, like thousands of little ants crawling

all over her skin. The itch felt like it was coming from deep inside her bones, and no amount of scratching could

ease it.

She lowered her gaze and shook her head. With so many people from their circle present, clinging to Simon

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would only fuel the gossip mill, branding her as desperate for his attention.

Instinctively, she turned to find a quiet corner to hide. But Simon reached out and caught her wrist.

"Clara, seriously, what's up? If you're not feeling well, lettake you home."

Clara's world was already spinning, and she didn't have the energy to argue. She desperately needed someone

to hold her; this drug was really messing with her.

Simon stepped closer, but Clara pushed him away. "Keep your distance."

Her strength surprised him, causing him to stumble back. Given their history, any interaction between them was

bound to attract attention, and sure enough, people were watching, eager for s.

Feeling on the brink of a meltdown, Clara was about to grab a glass and smash it, hoping the shards might snap

her back to reality. But Simon just straightened his jacket and said, "Clara, lethelp you get home."

He moved towards her again. Clara could feel the chaos inside her, and she was close to breaking.

Then, out of nowhere, the massive crystal chandelier above flickered and the room plunged into darkness. The

loud crash of something heavy falling-maybe the champagne tower-grabbed everyone's attention, turning heads

to see what had happened.

In the dark, Clara sensed a familiar presence beside her. Without thinking, she leaned into it. The person

hesitated, then quickly wrapped an arm around her waist, guiding her away. The whole thing happened in less

than a minute.

When the lights flickered back on, Clara was nowhere to be seen in the room.

Simon stood there, his expression dark. Whoever it was had moved too fast for him to react. His eyes darted

around, trying to figure out where Clara had gone.

With no one on the first floor, he hurried upstairs, only to bump into Aaron at the

corner.

Aaron, holding a glass of wine with his usual grace, seemed unfazed by the unexpected blackout. He had been

there, watching the chaos, curious about Dylan's next move so he could report back to Walter.

He hadn't seen this coming.

Simon ignored him, ready to move on, but Aaron stopped him. "Simon, rushing after her won't do any good. This

needs to play out."

Simon brushed Aaron's hand aside with a smirk. "I don't need your advice. Focus on getting better."