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Chapter 110: At the restaurant on the top floor, what was meant to be a dinner for three quickly turned into an intimate affair for two.

As soon as they sat down, Rebeccas phone rang.

After a brief conversation, she made her exit.

My dad suddenly needs me back at the office for some last-minute work.

Its chaos over there.

So… take your time, Mr.

Lloyd, Allison.

Ive got to go handle some company matters.

She flashed them both a meaningful smile before leaving, clearly creating an opportunity for the two of them.

Shortly after, Allisons phone buzzed with a message: Allison, you owe me one! Allison shook her head, exasperated.

Rebecca would probably never believe her if she said there was nothing going on between her and Kellan.

Now, with just the two of them left, Kellan looked at her.

Anything you dont eat, Miss Clarke? Im not picky.

Whatever you like is fine, she replied with a relaxed smile.

Fortunately, the meal wasnt awkward at all.

Conversation flowed easily, and they were both at ease.

As Allison admired the view through the floor-to-ceiling windows, she casually asked, Hows Lorna doing these days? She may be in her own world most of the time, but she really cares about you.

I remember how terrified she was when you were sick.

Did you manage to comfort her? Yes, Kellan responded, his voice steady.

And I owe you thanks for that.

You had Jim take Lorna upstairs when I couldnt.

I was too caught up in everything and ended up neglecting her.

He glanced up, catching the soft glow of light on Allisons face, making her look radiant.

And thanks to you, my headaches have eased up a lot.

Mr.

Lloyd, it was nothing, Allison replied, brushing off the praise with a modest wave of her hand.

Updates always at galnoνe????s.com Satisfied that Lorna was fine, Allison smiled.

Didnt we agree youd thank me with this dinner? Thats plenty.

Youve already done more than enough, Mr.

Lloyd.

She knew hed been thoughtful in choosing the venue.

Kellan had impeccable taste.

The rooftop restaurant offered a perfect view of the clouds by day, and by night, the city lights twinkled beneath them, a soft hum of life in the distance.

One meal isnt enough.

His voice lowered, taking on a more personal tone.

I plan to teach you the perfume-making techniques I learned from my grandmother.

Its my way of repaying you for everything.

I hope you wont find it too dull, Miss Clarke.

His eyes were dark and unreadable.

He wasnt sure if he was offering to teach her out of gratitude or if he simply wanted to create more opportunities to spend time with her.

Of course not.

Id love that, she replied with a soft, easy smile.

But behind her calm demeanor, Allisons mind was elsewhere.

Learning perfume-making was just a cover.

She needed answersand fast.

Her top priority was finding out where Kinslees nursing home was.

She needed to get that information from Kinslee herself.

As her thoughts raced, a sudden bang from outside interrupted her.

A deep, resonant voice cut through her thoughts.

Miss Clarke.

Startled, Allison looked up to meet Kellans gaze.

He gestured toward the window.

Fireworks.

Her breath caught for a moment as their eyes locked.

Her heart skipped a beat, but she quickly turned toward the window.

The sky outside was alight with fireworks, bright and breathtaking, each burst like a shooting star against the night sky.

The display was stunning.

From where they sat, their reflections shimmered against the glass.

Allison rested her chin in her hand, a soft sigh escaping her lips.

Its beautiful, she murmured.

Kellans gaze lingered on her for just a momenther long lashes, the soft curve of her lipsbefore he looked away.

His Adams apple bobbed slightly as he swallowed, his voice hushed and rough around the edges.

Yes.

Very beautiful.

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