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Chapter 1242: "You-"

Allison couldn't even finish her sentence. The only thing she could focus on was the way he kissed her-deep and unrelenting-until her entire body felt weak. She sat on Kellan's lap, completely at his mercy. His kiss was fierce, possessive. Resisting wasn't an option for her.

Her limbs felt useless. A shiver ran through her as their breathing grew uneven-soft and ragged. Kellan's desire burned hotter.

"Allison, I love you," he whispered. When they finally stepped out of the dressing room, their fingers intertwined even tighter than before.

"The distributor is right over there," Kellan said, his voice calm and composed, as though the heated kiss in the dressing room had never happened. But his lips still glistened slightly, betraying the intimacy of the moment they had shared. His face, too, couldn't hide the quiet happiness lingering beneath his calm exterior.

"I see him," Allison replied, her voice cool, before shooting Kellan a sharp look. "If it weren't for you, we would've been here sooner."

"It was only a minute," Kellan said smoothly, effortlessly charming. To most, he appeared refined and gentle, but beneath that exterior, he was relentless and driven, always willing to push boundaries. And he was determined to make her fall for him more each day.

"At least we got here in time," he added lightly. "If you're upset, you can get back at me next time."

Allison simply said, "No."

In truth, she had enjoyed every second of it. The passion had almost been too much to resist. If they had lost control completely, anyone passing by the dressing room could have seen them. The thought made her uneasy. She had no interest in that kind of reckless thrill again.

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Before long, they reached the ninth course.

The area was spacious, but they ignored everything else and headed straight for the only customer in sight. As they got closer, something about the distributor felt oddly familiar to Kellan.

His brows furrowed as he turned to Allison.

"I know that tattoo," he said.

"Tattoo?" she echoed, confused.

She squinted, studying the man's neck. A tattoo of a brown bear's head was inked into his skin, its mouth open in a fierce snarl, as if ready to attack anyone who dared come near. The design gave the man a rough, almost dangerous air.

Furthermore, the distributor didn't appear to be someone who would be easily handled.

Kellan's eyes narrowed as he observed the man. "I recall a notorious gang in Vespera," he said. "They call themselves Cemetery Revelry."

"The leader is Geltay Norwood, a big golf enthusiast. He's arrogant as hell. Word is, the only way to beat him is on the golf course."

Allison mulled over his words for a moment before responding, "Then we'll take him on with golf."

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