Chapter 568: Chapter 568

Chapter 568:

The moonlight streaming through the window softened the sharp angles of her face.

Kellan’s tone was steady, with a note of something unspoken. “Then it’s his loss because he never deserved you.”

If he had been Colton, he wouldn’t have let her go so easily.

Kellan’s thoughts wandered briefly as he wished Colton and Melany a lifetime together. They were perfectly suited for each other, a match marked by notoriety.

“Congratulations, Ms. Clarke, on reclaiming your true self,” he said, his voice smooth.

“And congratulations to you, Mr. Lloyd, for no longer needing to keep up the pretense of being disabled,” Allison replied, a playful gleam in her eyes. “I doubt anyone suspects that behind the facade, you thrive on danger and live for racing.”

A shared understanding hung between them; they were remarkably alike.

Kellan’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully at her comment. “You know, I remember the night we first crossed paths on that cruise. You left after giving me a tip and said that my performance was dreadful.”

Allison blinked, momentarily speechless.

Shit! How did he still remember that?

An amused brow lifted on her face. “Well, Mr. Lloyd, you didn’t exactly impress me that night, so I deducted the tip,” she teased, a smirk playing at her lips.

Their eyes met, sharing a moment that bridged past and present.

The words she had spoken mirrored those scribbled on the note from that single, unforgettable night.

Kellan’s gaze dropped, a shadow of nostalgia crossing his face. “It was my first time,” he confessed.

It had been chaotic and passionate.

A night neither could quantify, marked only by traces left in the aftermath.

A loaded silence hung between them.

Allison’s gaze met his, dark and deep as midnight.

Outside, the mist gradually gave way to clearer skies.

That night had been both their first times, yet their…

Their bodies moved as if made for one another. Kellan’s arms circled her waist, his kisses intense and unyielding, a stark contrast to the composed demeanor he typically displayed. The notion that the usually distant and controlled Mr. Lloyd could be so fierce and unrestrained in intimacy was almost unfathomable.

Allison’s lips curved into a teasing smile. “No wonder I once thought you had the persistence of a dog.” Kellan blinked, momentarily thrown off balance before letting out a deep chuckle. “A dog?” he echoed, amusement dancing in his eyes. Indeed, he resembled a domesticated predator, leashed yet fierce, with a desire to claim her completely.

“If we keep playing and you win, you’re welcome to treat me like one,” he said, the humor laced with a challenge. Allison paused, raising an eyebrow at the unexpected remark. “There’s no need for that,” she said lightly, though an odd tension settled over the moment, making her aware of Kellan’s subtle shifts. He seemed different tonight, a little too candid, and his words brought to mind images of certain adult toys.

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