Chapter 572:
âMr. Lloyd,â she breathed, feeling the thrill of her words tremble in the small space between them. âDonât regret this.â
Their voices mingled in low, hushed tones, blending with the muffled sounds of the world outside. Somewhere in the distance, fireworks burst into brilliant light, painting the sky with fleeting colors. Beneath the dazzling display, they sealed their love with a kiss, each silent promise held within that embrace.
Kellanâs hold on her grew firmer, his lips deepening the kiss as if he were obsessed. His breath mingled with hers, intensifying with every beat of their hearts until he seemed to consume every part of her.
As the Ferris wheel slowed to a stop ten minutes later, Kellan and Allison stepped out, fingers interlaced. They barely noticed the staff memberâs approving smile.
âYou two make a perfect couple!â the staff member called with a grin. âHope youâll come back. The Ferris wheelâs magic works best for young lovers!â
Kellanâs lips quirked in the faintest of smiles, his voice rich with a warmth that matched the gleam in his eyes. âThank you,â he said. âMy girlfriend loves this place.â
Allison blinked, caught off guard, her lips parting in disbelief. Kellan⦠was downright cheeky.
After leaving the amusement park, they strolled through a nearby lakeside park, where the moon cast a shimmering reflection over the water.
The leaves rustled gently in the evening breeze, casting faint shadows along their path. Under the soft canopy of branches, Kellan took her hand, his fingers warm and steady as they laced with hers. The simple gesture sent a wave of warmth through her, quieting any lingering doubt.
She spoke softly. âMr. Lloyd, what do you think of the moon tonight?â
He stopped, turning to face her, his gaze capturing her reflection in the deep, dark depths of his eyes. âTonightâs moon is beautiful,â he said thoughtfully, as if he had just noticed. âBut as weâre together now, Ms. Clarke, why not call me Kellan?â
The suggestion caught her off guard, but she found herself smiling, a genuine, radiant smile. âSure, then you can call me Allison.â
âOkay, Iâve been wanting to do so for so long,â he said with a resonantly low voice, savoring each syllable. Those simple, honeyed words seemed to gradually warm the air between them.
Allison thought for a moment and said, âBut Iâll still call you Mr. Lloyd at the company, right?â
Kellan tilted his head slightly. He understood the boundaries of their roles, and the way these moments couldnât be hurried or forced. âThatâs fine,â he replied smoothly.
They walked in silence for a while, their footsteps falling in rhythm, a gentle cadence that matched the tranquility of the lakeside. Evening lights glittered on the waterâs surface, casting an iridescent glow that danced with the whispering breeze. With an effortless motion, Kellan shrugged off his jacket and draped it over Allisonâs shoulders. The fabric settled against her like a protective shield, still holding the remnants of his warmth.
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