Chapter 1241: Chapter 1241

Chapter 1241:

As he spoke, he tightened his grip on her waist, as though he were trying to hold her forever.

“Allison, you have many scars on your waist. I wish I’d known you sooner. Maybe, I could have taken you away from all this earlier.”

They were so close now that when Allison tilted her head slightly, she could hear the deep rumble of Kellan’s voice in her ear.

Then, he kissed her, his lips firm and demanding.

Even though she had been the one to suffer in the past, Kellan’s emotions seemed to swell beneath the surface. His kiss grew hotter, deeper.

Allison remembered how Kellan always kissed the scars of her healed wounds when they made love. The touch didn’t hurt, but it always left an itchy, electric feeling in its wake.

She had once thought that Kellan would ask about her past, but he never had. Instead, he seemed to carry his own unspoken wish.

He wished that they could’ve met sooner.

“Mr. Lloyd, it’s not too late to get to know each other now.” Allison’s lips curled into a smile.

She reached up, placing her hands over his, feeling the warmth of his touch.

“Once we find my mom and solve all the problems she has, we’ll have plenty of time to talk about the past.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll help you find your mom, no matter what it takes.”

“Then, Mr. Lloyd, maybe you should let me go?”

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“Don’t rush. The golf clubs haven’t been delivered yet.”

As Kellan spoke, he pulled Allison into his arms, seating them both on the soft sofa. He gently brushed his fingers over her lips, his touch tender.

“Allison, when Colton said those things earlier, I was very concerned. I worried that he had let you down. I’ve told myself not to be jealous, not to be possessive, but it’s hard to control myself when it comes to you. I used to be calm, rational. But ever since meeting you, I’ve found that you’ve made me lose control of my emotions.”

Kellan’s fingers were rough and calloused. They skimmed over Allison’s lips, as if brushing away the last traces of her lipstick.

Allison, sitting on Kellan’s lap, was so close to him that there was barely any space between them. She tilted her head slightly, her gaze resting on his dark lashes.

“So, Mr. Lloyd,” she teased, her voice light, “are you, by any chance, jealous of Colton?” The thought amused her, but before she could dwell on it further, he kissed her.

“Allison, I can’t help it. I’m so jealous,” he murmured.

How had a man like Colton ever had a wife as incredible as Allison? The idea that she had once cared for Colton gnawed at Kellan, and with every one of Colton’s provocations, his jealousy only deepened. He reminded himself that he had entered her life later, and the past was just that—the past. Still, a tangled mix of emotions lingered—vague yet impossible to ignore.

He longed for her. He wanted her by his side, forever. The thought of leaving her was unbearable.

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