Chapter 444:
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All he knew was that he couldnât stand the sight of her leaving, especially not with Kellan by her side.
Allison stopped, frowning slightly. âIs there something you need?â
Kellan, standing beside her, cast a lazy glance in Coltonâs direction. His demeanor remained calm, but the weight of his presence made the air around him feel heavy.
âMr. Stevens,â Kellan said in a low voice, his words measured. âYouâre not planning on bothering Ms. Clarke, are you?â
Though his tone lacked any real emotion, the subtle edge to his words was enough to make Colton feel like a child caught in a storm.
âItâs none of your concern, Mr. Lloyd,â Colton said, struggling to keep his emotions in check as his gaze fell back on Allison.
His expression was filled with turmoil. âI just wanted to thank you for what you did today.â
Allison remained brief, clearly uninterested in dragging out the conversation.
âNo thanks needed. I did it for Keanu. Now, if thereâs nothing else, could you step aside?â
She turned, ready to leave, but Colton reached out, attempting to stop her.
âI⦠Iâm really sorry for everything that happened before.â
Before he could finish, Melany arrived on the scene, immediately sensing the tension hanging between them. Her expression hardened, jealousy flaring in her eyes.
âColton!â Melanyâs voice cracked with emotion as she called out his name.
Her call pulled Colton back to reality.
He let his hand drop, knowing he couldnât hold Allison back any longer.
Allison lifted her gaze briefly and gave him a soft reminder. âMr. Stevens, donât keep your wife waiting.â Her tone was calm, showing that she had no personal attachment to him.
Without waiting for a response, she secured her helmet and turned to the sharply dressed man beside her.
âMr. Lloyd, how about we take a different route home tonight?â
Kellan smiled slightly. âWhy not?â His eyes flicked to the sleek motorcycle. âIf Iâm not mistaken, this is a Neiman Marcus limited edition model. Very rare and worth over two million dollars.â
âYouâve got a good eye,â Allison replied, recalling their earlier head-to-head race where neither of them could pull ahead.
They both had a shared love for speed, whether behind the wheel or on a bike.
With a playful smile, she offered, âAs a thank you for your help tonight, how about I give you a ride home?â
Kellan met her eyes and nodded. âIâd be honored.â
As the streetlights blinked on, their warm glow bathed the two of them.
The motorcycle roared as they sped away under the night sky, leaving the rest of the world behind in an exhilarating blur.
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