FreeNovelChapter 398: Standing this close, he could clearly see her lips—red and inviting, a memory of past encounters flooding back to him. It was the part they both loved most when they lost control.
The tension between them was palpable.
Allison could feel something in Kellan's gaze-it was the look of a predator, intense, calculated, and utterly captivating.
He had a way of drawing her in, making her forget her usual caution. It was rare for her to back down, but this time, she took two steps back.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Mr. Lloyd, why don't you head out first? I'll change, and we can meet at your family's estate later," she said lightly. There was something about the moonlit night that made her heart beat faster than usual. Maybe it was the thrill, or perhaps the tension between them, but she didn't wait for Kellan's response. With a casual wave, she turned on her heel and walked away.
As she walked, Allison felt a strange unease creep in.
Something was off. Her mind kept wandering back to the image of Kellan losing his composure, breathless under her influence.
"Am I losing it? Maybe it's just stress," she muttered to herself, shaking off the thought. She knew better than to let emotions get tangled in their arrangement.
She could feel that she and Kellan were cut from the scloth; neither of them could be tied down. It was an unspoken agreement between them.
Every ttheir encounters ended, they moved on as if nothing had happened.
She knew that she had to push aside the thoughts that didn't belong, to stop herself before she got in too deep. The sky darkened gradually, the shades of night deepening around them. Kellan stood by the car, his tall figure bathed in moonlight, his gaze fixed on Allison's distant silhouette. "Changing clothes?" he murmured.
Kellan's dark eyes lingered on the moon, which was slowly being obscured by gathering clouds, signaling an impending storm.
Yet, amidst thoughts of lightning and thunder, Kellan was drawn back to a memory - a passionate kiss shared with Allison during a stormy night in the car. The rain had drummed against the windows like a vibrant symphony, heightening their senses and emotions within the confined space.
When Allison emerged from the changing room, the venue had fallen into a quiet hush, illuminated only by the soft glow of streetlights guiding her way. She hadn't walked far when she spotted Kellan, still standing there, waiting for her.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe warm yellow light from the streetlamps outlined his tall, impressive figure, his posture relaxed yet commanding in the stillness of the night.
Allison frowned slightly and asked, "Mr. Lloyd, you're still here?" A glowing cigarette stub flickered and died in the darkness as Kellan turned to face her.
"Because I haven't had the chance to congratulate Ms. Clarke ou☛om champion, Miss Sweety."
"Miss Sweety?" Allison was stunned, a blush creeping onto her cheeks at the playful nicknshe had m adopted now spoken with a calm, yet tantalizing undertone by Kellan. "Sweety" had been a spontaneous pseudonym, now inadvertently revealed by the man before her.
Before the race, both had claimed indifference to racing, yet they found themselves unexpectedly matched in skill, surprising even themselves.
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