Chapter 450:
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The tall young man, freshly groomed and looking hopeful, blushed deeply as if heâd summoned every ounce of courage. âI⦠I really like you.â
Allisonâs eyebrows lifted in brief surprise, but she soon softened into a gentle smile.
âI like all of you too, but thereâs no need to exchange contact information. If you ever need help, Mr. Astley is here for you. Heâs got more than enough knowledge to guide you. Keep up the hard work, alright?â
Although Allisonâs response was courteous, the boyâs face fell in disappointment.
âAlright, goodbye, Allison.â
âGoodbye.â
Meanwhile, on the other side of the hallway, Kellan leaned casually against the wall, watching the whole exchange unfold.
His tall, lean figure stood at the edge of light and shadow, his dark hair gently tousled by the breeze, giving him an air of relaxed detachment.
âAs heartless as ever, huh?â Kellan remarked, a subtle smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
Kellan felt an unexpected surge of satisfaction.
He knew Allison wouldnât be interested in a boy barely eighteen, yet for a fleeting moment, a subtle insecurity crept in.
After all, he was twenty-eight â hardly comparable to an eighteen-year-old.
Allison let out a laugh, catching the hint of playfulness in his voice.
âWhat, you wish Iâd be a bit kinder?â she teased, stepping slowly and deliberately toward him.
With each step, her presence seemed to fill the space between them.
Kellanâs gaze flicked down to her lips, slightly curled and teasing, tempting like a forbidden rose.
He resisted the desire stirring within, forcing back the darker thoughts.
âNo, I donât,â he said, meeting her eyes directly. His voice was calm but edged with sharp, dangerous intensity. âBecause if that were the case, he might just vanish from Ontdale.â
Kellan knew he wasnât one to stand by like Gordon.
To him, love wasnât about stepping aside; it was possession â even destruction, if necessary.
Obsession or madness, it didnât matter.
He wanted to be her one and only.
Allison froze, momentarily taken aback.
As their eyes met, each caught the otherâs reflection, a silent exchange within the depths of their gaze.
Kellanâs eyes held a dark, bottomless quality, but Allison felt the unmistakable power in them, a fierce, possessive intensity simmering just beneath his cool exterior. The strange, unbidden desire stirred within her once more.
She wanted to take control, to bind his gaze to hers.
And then⦠his hands.
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