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Chapter 404: At that exact moment, lightning split the sky outside, briefly illuminating the dark landscape before thunder roared, signaling the oncoming storm.

I should hurry home before I get caught in the rain, Allison said, lifting her foot to step outside.

But before she could leave, a hand grasped her wrist from behind.

Kellans palm felt unusually warm, almost feverish, as he held her.

Allison turned to find the man who should have been resting on the couch now standing before her.

Wait.

Kellans gaze was locked on her, intense.

A gust of wind lifted the curtains, sending them billowing into the air, adding to the tension of the moment.

Kellan himself wasnt sure why he had stopped her.

The rain is heavy, and theres a storm brewing.

Its too dangerous for you to go now, he said.

Allison raised an eyebrow, not entirely convinced.

I cant be that unlucky.

But no sooner had the words left her mouth than the downpour began, the sound of rain pounding against the windows, loud and undeniable.

She blinked, speechless.

Kellans brow relaxed slightly, a calmness returning to his face.

Why not stay here tonight? Once the storm passes in the morning, Ill have someone drive you home.

He slowly let go of her wrist, but the warmth of his touch seemed to linger.

Well, since youre offering so generously, Ill accept, Allison said with a slight shrug.

Your source of stories: galnσv????ls.???????????? She had no reason to argue, especially considering this wasnt her first time spending the night at his place.

Kellan responded with a quiet Hmm, his voice deep and resonant, almost magnetic.

That husky tone, coupled with his usual aloofness melting away, carried an unexpectedly warm, yet dangerous allure, enough to make someone forget where the boundaries lay.

Where are Jim and Lorna? Allison asked, shifting the conversation.

They went to the villa out back, Kellan answered as they walked further inside together.

Oh, and one more thing, Kellan added, turning slightly.

There are spare clothes and toiletries in the guest room next door.

If you need anything, just ring the bell, and a servant will help.

Alright, I got it, Allison replied, making her way to the guest room.

She was familiar with the layout.

Her last visit to the Lloyd Mansion had been for a very different purpose: probing secrets and uncovering hidden truths.

Now, staying here, the place felt oddly familiar, like slipping into an old routine.

Even the small details, like the placement of the flowers, hadnt changed.

The black-and-white decor, and the minimalist style, all reflected Kellans rigid personality: disciplined, restrained, and calculated.

I should take a shower first, she muttered, stepping into the bathroom.

As the warm water cascaded over her, the tension in Allisons body finally eased.

But just as she stepped outside the bathroom, the lights in the room suddenly went out.

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