Chapter 1175: Chapter 1175

Chapter 1175:

As Melany was forced to her feet, panic finally overwhelmed her. “Mr. Morgan, I swear I was pressured into this! Please, you have to believe me!” she pleaded desperately.

Her cries fell on deaf ears.

Fabian’s eyes were filled with nothing but contempt as he glared at her. “I don’t ever want to see you again,” he said coldly. “If you come near me, you’ll regret it.”

His face was devoid of any emotion, and the sheer iciness in his tone sent shivers through Melany. It wasn’t just his words — it was the unyielding chill in his presence that left her paralyzed with fear.

For a fleeting moment, Melany thought that she saw Allison’s cold eyes reflected in Fabian’s stare. Both of them carried the same ruthless, unfeeling aura.

When the guards restrained Hoyt, his panic reached its peak, leaving him grasping at straws. He realized there was no way out of this mess.

“Mr. Morgan, I’m sorry! It was all my fault! Please, don’t tell my father about this!” he begged, his voice trembling.

But his pleas meant nothing. The towering bodyguards silenced him with gags and dragged both him and Melany out of the room.

The guests looked on, shaking their heads in disapproval.

“Who would’ve guessed those two were working together, scheming to harm Ms. Clarke?” one murmured.

“Exactly. Thank goodness Ms. Clarke is so sharp,” another replied.

“If their plan had worked, I don’t even dare to think about what Ms. Clarke would’ve endured tonight,” someone else added grimly.

Kellan, struggling to hold back his emotions, spoke in a quiet, steady voice. “Allison, I’m just relieved you’re safe,” he said softly.

Ignoring the stares from the crowd, he wrapped her tightly in his arms. The moment they touched, she felt the rapid, uneven rhythm of his heartbeat. Each thud seemed to resonate deep within her. His hold was firm and warm, as though he was trying to fuse their souls together.

𝗟𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝙙𝗶𝙨𝗰𝗼𝙫𝗲𝗿𝙮 𝗯𝗲𝗴𝗶𝗻: gⱯ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⩷⪻𝖼𝗈𝗺

“There was so much happening, I didn’t get the chance to explain it all to you,” Allison murmured. She slowly lifted her arms and hugged him in return. Her head rested against his chest, and the space between them disappeared completely.

“But don’t worry,” she said, her voice steady. “I won’t let anyone take advantage of me.”

“I know,” Kellan replied. Still, he grasped her hand and entwined his fingers with hers. “But I can’t help feeling afraid when I think about it.”

His honesty caught her off guard, leaving her momentarily frozen in place. From the moment they met, Kellan had always struck Allison as fearless. No matter the situation, he appeared calm and logical. Even when his emotions slipped out of control, he would quickly rein himself back in.

But now, his voice carried a softness she had never heard before — raw vulnerability that felt deeply personal.

“Kellan, I’m right here with you,” Allison said gently. She held his hand tightly, their fingers weaving together. It was as if they were sharing strength, each leaning on the other in silence.

The guests, noticing that the tension had eased, quietly returned to their conversations. With Fabian’s approval, the staff invited renowned pianists and violinists to begin performing. As the soothing music filled the air, the banquet’s dance officially commenced. Guests started mingling and chatting with ease. It felt as though the chaos from moments ago was nothing but a fleeting, distant memory.

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