Chapter 947: Chapter 947

Chapter 947:

As they left Kinslee’s hospital room, Kellan spoke softly, “Allison, Grandma mentioned a code earlier. I’ll support whatever decision you make. So just go ahead and do it. I’ll always be here for you.”

Allison muttered quietly, “Okay.”

She was truly overwhelmed with emotions at that moment. She hadn’t expected the truth to be like this, and it only made her more determined to find out everything.

She could destroy Fleeingland Lab, let alone the person behind the Immortality Group.

She let go of his hand and said, “I should head back. You need rest too. Don’t forget you’re injured.”

But Kellan wrapped his arm around her waist, unwilling to let her go.

“Aren’t you injured too?” Kellan’s voice was low and rough, close to her ear. “So Allison, don’t go. Let’s just sleep together.”

When Kellan’s hand brushed against Allison’s waist, it felt as light as a feather against her skin. She gazed into his eyes and asked, “Hey, Kellan, why are you being so clingy all of a sudden?”

“I’m not being clingy. It’s just that I’ve missed you the whole time,” he replied.

As Kellan lowered his head, his Adam’s apple bobbed gently. “Also, Lorna’s been asking about you. She’ll be really upset if you don’t visit her while you’re here,” he added. His voice was slow and deep, making it hard for her to say no.

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“Okay,” Allison said after thinking for a moment. “Let Jim take care of everything.”

She felt confused, unsure of what was going on. They had met through a casual one-night stand, and their physical connection had continued, but as they grew closer, they still kept certain boundaries between them.

Jim was thrilled when he heard the news. He quickly turned to give orders to the maid. “Please take Ms. Clarke’s bags to Mr. Lloyd’s room.”

The maid hesitated and asked, “Is that alright? Won’t Ms. Clarke be put off?”

“No, she won’t,” Jim reassured her. He smiled and added, “Go ahead. Mr. Lloyd might be slow at times, but he must have won her over. That’s why she’s staying at the Lloyd house.”

Not long after, Allison followed the maid upstairs. Kellan’s room looked exactly the same as before. The room still had its sleek black, white, and gray foreign design, giving off an impression of being cold and distant at first sight. It seemed to reflect the owner’s logical and disciplined personality.

As she thought about it, Allison couldn’t help but chuckle. “Mr. Lloyd, I have to say, you’re full of contradictions,” she said.

But Kellan wasn’t bothered by it. Instead, he pulled her closer, wrapping his arm around her waist.

“There’s an even more surprising side in the bathroom. Would you like to see?” he asked.

Allison playfully pinched his waist. “No chance!”

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