Chapter 570: Chapter 570

Chapter 570:

Allison froze, caught in the gravity of his gaze as if she’d fallen into the deep pools of his eyes.

They were close — close enough that her heartbeat merged with the quiet rise and fall of his breath.

“Mr. Lloyd,” she murmured, looking away, “maybe you’re mistaking desire for something deeper…”

He interrupted her. “If that were true, don’t you think I’d have found someone else in all the time we were apart?” After all, they had met through a one-night stand, and their subsequent encounters had felt like a reckless affair. To Allison, it had all seemed like a frenzied connection between two people avoiding real attachment. In her eyes, there was no real love involved.

But Kellan was certain it wasn’t like that.

“Before I met you, I didn’t believe in any of it. I grew up hating what people called love, despising it because of my father’s betrayal and my mother’s early death. But because of you… all of that changed.”

His fingers closed over hers, and she caught the sharp, inviting scent of cedar that always lingered around him. “It’s not some passing thrill, Allison. It’s you. You make me lose control. You’re the only one who’s ever been able to reach me this way.”

Just then, a gust of wind rattled the window, and the night outside seemed to deepen, casting a dark, velvety blanket over the city.

The light from outside stretched and danced, casting their shadows into one another, creating a dim, almost romantic haze. He took her hand again, lifting it between them, cradling it as though it were a fragile promise.

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“I told you once that you were worth it. And I meant it.”

The dim light from outside spilled through the window, highlighting the angles of his face, carving him into something almost statuesque.

She found herself unable to look away, her pulse a steady thrum as his gaze captured hers, pulling her in.

The Ferris wheel seemed to reach its pinnacle, a beacon of light and fog that cast an ethereal glow into their small cabin. Kellan’s fingers slid over hers, and he brought her hand to his chest, pressing her palm to the steady beat of his heart.

His voice, low and rough, filled the space between them. “I heard somewhere that if you make a promise at the top of a Ferris wheel, it’s bound to come true.”

Suddenly, the distant chime of a bell sounded as the wheel reached its zenith. A streak of lightning split the darkness, illuminating the entire cabin in a brief, electric glow.

Kellan’s gaze was still on her, half-hidden in the interplay of shadow and light.

“Ms. Clarke…” They were so close. Both could feel their mingling breaths. “No matter where life takes us or the obstacles we face… I’ll be there. This promise is forever.” The world stilled, silent and intense as their reflections gazed back at each other.

Allison’s heart hammered against her chest.

There was no space left for retreat.

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