Chapter 407:
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She expected Kellan to brush it off like he always did, attributing his actions to self-interest. He could have easily told her he saved her because she was important to his family. After all, she had healed Lorna and would help Kinslee too.
But this time, he answered the question seriously.
âI did it because I care about you, Ms. Clarke,â Kellan said, his voice low and sincere. He was very earnest and calm.
Allison was taken aback, completely caught off guard. Attempting to lighten the mood, she teased, âOf course, Iâm useful to youâ¦â
âItâs not that, Ms. Clarke,â Kellan interrupted, his dark eyes locking onto hers. âI just donât want you to get hurt. Not even a little bit.â
The intensity in his gaze made the air between them feel heavier. Allison could feel the weight of his words pressing down on her, the room suddenly quiet and charged with something deeper. He wasnât joking; he was serious.
His deep eyes pulled her in, like whirlpools drawing her closer.
As the silence stretched, his voice broke through, quiet but full of meaning. âYouâre worth it.â
Those simple words struck harder than any grand declaration of love. To him, she was worth risking everything, his life included.
He meant every word.
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Allisonâs fists tightened. âKellan, do you even understand what youâre saying?â
âI do, but donât feel any pressure. I donât expect anything from you, Ms. Clarke,â he replied firmly.
There was a wager between them, a game of who could unravel the otherâs secrets first. Whoever did would come out on top.
Allison didnât respond, only frowning at the man before her.
It would be a lie if she said she wasnât touched by his words.
But she had long stopped allowing herself to dream of those far-off, unreachable things. Love, marriage, promises⦠They all felt like fleeting fantasies, like bubbles waiting to burst.
Kellan broke the silence, his voice steady but with a hint of mischief. âAs for the bet between us, Iâve made progress. Iâve uncovered your first secret.â
He reminisced about the thrill of the race, the rush of danger.
âYouâre quite the skilled racer.â
Allison clicked her tongue in amusement. âAnd so are you. Youâre none other than the infamous champion racer, Turbo.â
Her gaze narrowed, eyes gleaming with curiosity. âYou have more hidden layers than I do, Mr. Lloyd.â
Who would have guessed that the cold, distant CEO of the Lloyd Group was the same man dominating the underground racing scene? For years, rumors had swirled about him being a madman in a wheelchair, but no one knew the truth.
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