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Chapter 475: A faint, cool fragrance lingered around the man.

Caught off guard, Allison lost her balance, and her right hand instinctively pressed against his chest to steady herself.

Suddenly, the air felt thick and hot.

When Allison looked up, she found herself locking eyes with Kellan.

For a split second, her mind blanked, thoughts tangling with the curious realization that relaxed chest muscles felt… soft.

With a soft rustle, the documents slipped from her grasp and scattered across the floor.

Ms.

Clarke, Kellan said, his hand steadying her before letting go.

Seems we meet again.

Allisons scent had intensified a fragrance more alluring than any perfume could capture.

Kellan couldnt quite put his finger on it, but a strange desire flickered within him.

What was it? Was it a hunger to devour her whole? No, he wasnt that unhinged! A need to possess her entirely? No! That wasnt it either.

Hed been with her before and knew his feelings for her went well beyond mere desire.

мσяє υρ∂αтєѕ ιи gαℓиσνєℓѕ.¢σм All he knew for sure was that he was teetering on the edge, his control slipping with every heartbeat.

Just that slight touchskin brushing skinsent his heart into a wild, painful rhythm, pulsing fiercely within his chest.

Though his expression remained impassive, a hidden intensity simmered in his dark gaze, his eyes like twin abysses, withholding all he felt.

Thank you, Mr.

Lloyd.

Allison took two steps back, regaining her balance.

She crouched to gather the scattered files, only to see another hand elegant and deft joining hers, helping to collect the papers.

Heading to PR? Kellans gaze lingered on the documents in her hands.

Yes, for the new product launch, I need to go over the details with them and make sure everythings on track, Allison replied.

They fell into silence again, the tension thickening the air.

Allisons attention drifted to Kellans handsstrong and elegant, with defined veins tracing under his skin, giving an impression of quiet resilience.

She gathered the documents neatly and murmured, Thanks.

It was a small favor, Kellan replied.

Kellans gaze lingered on her a moment longer, his eyes dark as they traced the curve of her neck.

So delicate, it seemed, as if the slightest touch could break it.

He had always been determined and relentless in his pursuits.

Yet now, he found himself tethered, vulnerable in ways he hadnt been before.

As the elevator doors slowly closed, Kellans demeanor shifted.

His presence grew colder, his gaze sharper.

Allison felt the emotional distance stretching between them.

The small space of the elevator only amplified the silence, a chasm that seemed to grow wider with each floor they ascended.

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