Chapter 488:
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A subtle glint of amusement danced across his face, though the smile never reached his eyes.
âBesides, Mr. Lloyd, donât you already have your fiancée? It wouldnât do her much good if your attention wandered too frequently to Allison.â
Gordonâs words werenât lost on anyone. Each one was laced with intent, carefully placed to create tension. He was weaving a rift, one that threatened to fray at the edges.
After all, he could tell that Carole was a scheming woman.
The Cobweb had a far-reaching intelligence network. It was easy for Gordon to find out anything he wanted.
Moreover, Carole had been frequenting Charisma Company after returning to the country. It was common knowledge in Ontdaleâs upper class.
But now, under the weight of Gordonâs taunt, Carole forced herself to maintain composure, though the crack in her facade was barely concealed.
âPlease,â she shot back. âDonât twist things. Kellan and I? Weâre just friends. Good friends.â
Her tone grew sharper, as if trying to make the point more convincing. âLike siblings. And even if he were interested, itâs not like Iâd feel the same. After all, you donât know Kellanâ¦â
But before she could emphasize her stance further, a low chuckle sliced through the tension.
âLike siblings?â Kellan echoed, the words tumbling out with a cold bite.
His eyes, suddenly stormy, fixed on her with an intensity that silenced the room.
âSiblings?â he repeated, as though the idea were absurd. âI had only one brother â heâs been gone for years now.â His icy eyes locked onto Caroleâs.
âAre you the one, Carole?â he asked, each word deliberate, the accusation hanging thick in the air.
Caroleâs heart hammered against her ribs, her thoughts slipping into chaos. The color drained from her face, leaving her pale. âNo, Kellan⦠Iâm notâ¦â she stammered, realizing too late the fault in her careless remark.
She had touched the one nerve that turned his entire demeanor to ice.
It was well known how deeply Kellan had loved his younger brother, how that bond, once unbreakable, had shattered with tragedy.
His brotherâs death on the Burned Islands had left a scar few dared to touch.
Anyone foolish enough to exploit that wound found themselves exiled â or worse.
Her stomach twisted as she struggled to meet his unyielding stare.
âI didnât mean it that way,â she whispered, feeling Gordonâs triumphant smirk searing into her periphery. This was his handiwork, she realized. He had set this trap, and she had walked right into it.
At that moment, Kellanâs face was half-shrouded in shadow. Others couldnât see his expression clearly.
His gaze swept past her with a calm that sliced through her defenses. âMiss Perry, your presence here is no longer required.â
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