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Chapter 129: After safely driving Allison to the villa near Muisvedo, Kellan spoke in a calm voice, Ms.

Clarke, you should rest.

Its cold out; I wouldnt want you catching a cold.

Allison offered a small smile.

Thank you, Mr.

Lloyd.

Dont forget to take care of yourself, too.

However, as Kellan restarted his car, something immediately felt off.

His expression tightened for a moment, then he frowned and instinctively reached for his phone.

Noticing his hesitation, Allison tilted her head slightly, her gaze falling on the dashboard, which had clearly malfunctioned.

Whats going on? Did the car give out? It might be an issue with the engine.

Its nothing major.

Ill call for someone to come get me, Kellan replied, his voice tinged with unease.

Normally, he didnt trouble himself with these kinds of mundane problems his team handled all the technicalities.

But now, the rain intensified, hammering down harder, accompanied by flashes of lightning and the rumble of thunder, transforming the world outside into a scene straight out of a stormy seascape painting.

Allison hesitated for a moment.

After all, Kellan had gone out of his way to drive her home, and now his car had broken down.

Leaving him alone in the car in that downpour felt almost heartless.

Its late, Mr.

Lloyd, she said, her tone casual.

Instead of waiting for your assistant to come out here, why dont you come inside and wait for the rain to let up? We can figure it out once it passes.

Kellan paused.

Having his assistant come wasnt an inconvenience, but something in her offer made him put his phone down.

He glanced up at her, eyebrow raised.

Ms.

Clarke, isnt that a bit too trusting of you? Inviting a man into your home without hesitation what if my intentions werent so pure? Arent you afraid you might regret it? Allison arched an eyebrow, a glimmer of playfulness in her eyes.

Read more stories now gⱯlnσν????????s․cøm Well, with your looks and impressive build, Mr.

Lloyd, Id say you might be the one in danger tonight.

Neither was willing to concede on the subject, leaving a subtle tension lingering in the air.

After a moment, they shared a soft laugh, the sharp edge of the stormy night dulled by the banter between them.

Well, in that case, Ill graciously accept your offer, Kellan replied, flashing a half-smile.

Once inside, Kellan took a moment to take in the surroundings.

Every corner of the villa reflected his taste; the décor had been his doing.

Now that Allison had moved in, the space hadnt changed drastically, though there were small personal touches shed added, blending surprisingly well with the overall design.

It gave the house an unexpected charm, a fusion of both their aesthetics.

Here, thisll warm you up.

Allison handed him a cup of coffee.

Kellan took a whiff of the rich aroma.

This is really good coffee.

Outside, the storm showed no signs of easing.

The rain lashed down relentlessly, scattering the delicate crabapple blossoms in the garden like lost confetti.

It was clear the weather would remain unforgiving for the rest of the night.

Allison stretched, her body betraying the fatigue of a long day.

This villa was rented to me at a very generous price, thanks to you, Mr.

Lloyd.

Its hard to find such a beautifully designed place.

Since there are plenty of rooms, why dont you stay the night? Consider it a small token of appreciation.

Kellan chuckled, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes.

If you dont mind, Ill gladly take you up on that offer.

But I have to say, offering a room in exchange for a favor is a pretty unique way of showing gratitude.

If you really want to thank me, how about you treat me to dinner sometime? Allison shot him a playful look, throwing his earlier words right back at him.

Alone with a man, Mr.

Lloyd? Isnt that a bit dangerous? What if your intentions arent as noble as they seem? I might find myself in a tricky situation.

For a second, Kellan was rendered speechless, forced to grin at his own irony.

Normally quick with sharp retorts, he found himself disarmed when it came to Allison.

Im going to take a shower, Allison said, grabbing a change of clothes.

Make yourself at home.

Sure.

Kellan nodded, still holding the warm cup of coffee.

It should have been an ordinary, uneventful night.

Yet, the second she disappeared into the bathroom, Kellan became acutely aware of the faint sound of water, barely audible beneath the heavy drum of rain on the windows.

His mind drifted, unbidden, to the image of droplets trailing down her skin, and for a moment, something flickered in his eyes an intensity he couldnt easily shake off.

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