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Chapter 90: Allison glanced at Kellan through the rearview mirror, her thoughts spiraling like smoke rising into the air.

His kissing skills had surprised her, though she hadnt analyzed the moment beyond its natural intensity.

The kiss had simply felt… rightan impulsive reaction to the charged atmosphere between them.

The DNA test had already confirmed they werent related by blood, and that strange pull she felt toward him, that deep, soul-stirring connection, was undeniable.

She wasnt naive or inexperienced when it came to matters of the heart.

Far from it.

She knew Kellan felt something tooit was there in his eyes, in the heat of his touch.

What it was, though, remained elusive, like trying to catch fog in her hands.

Still, drawing closer to him would undoubtedly make gaining access to his grandmother far more straightforward.

Hes got moves, Ill give him that.

But whys he wasting away in that wheelchair? Allison muttered to herself as she steered the car.

Kellan presented a cold, detached mask to the world, but that kissso full of passion, so expertly deliveredbetrayed an undercurrent of fire hed kept hidden.

Recalling that fleeting kiss, packed with raw, almost destructive energy, she realized they had been on the verge of combusting together.

Beneath their calm exteriors simmered a mutual madness, just waiting to detonate.

It was what made Kellan so irresistibly captivatingcool and composed on the outside, but dangerously unhinged underneath.

How does a guy like that even enjoy ceramics? The thought amused herthe idea of someone as intense as Kellan indulging in such a meticulous, serene art form felt almost comical.

By the time she reached home, Rebecca greeted her at the door with a glass of iced water, her face lit with curiosity.

Allison, darling, how was the class today? Any misbehaving little monsters? Before Allison could answer, Rebeccas sharp eyes zeroed in on something unusualAllisons lips, slightly swollen and glossy with a faint sheen.

With Allisons naturally full, striking red lips, the extra flush only made her more alluring.

Rebeccas brow shot up.

Spill it.

Your lips dont look like that from teaching.

Who kissed you? Updates loaded at g????????????σv????????s.co???? Grabbing Allisons arm, Rebecca continued, her grin growing wider.

Come on, what are you hiding? Uh… mosquito bite, Allison said, quickly touching her lips in an instinctive defense.

But Rebecca clearly wasnt buying it, so Allison took a quick sip of the iced water, smoothly shifting gears.

I did teach a talented girl today, though.

She only needed one demo and nailed my technique perfectly.

Her hands are steady as a surgeons, but shes so wrapped up in her own little world, its a shame.

You know, art requires more than skillit needs inspiration from life.

If youve never truly felt nature, no matter how well you recreate a landscape, its still just an imitation.

Her work lacks soul, but I have a soft spot for her.

Shes autistic, and thats a tricky road to navigate.

But well take it slow.

Rebecca, uninterested in the intricacies of ceramics, raised an eyebrow and asked, So, you went to the Lloyd familys house today.

Any breakthroughs? You mean clues? Nothing so obvious.

No ones leaving breadcrumbs for me to follow.

Allisons tone was casual, but then she dropped the real bomb.

But did you know Kellan wears a necklace? Rebecca blinked.

A necklace? No, I never noticed.

Not surprising, really.

Kellan always kept his collar buttoned to the top, looking like he was straight out of a business magazine.

Whod think to look for a necklace under all that formality? The design matches the snake bracelet my mother left me, Allison continued.

The craftsmanship is identical.

He says it was his mothers.

Rebeccas eyes widened, genuine shock on her face.

She knew how long Allison had been chasing down leads about that bracelet.

Finding this connection at the Lloyd Mansion was completely unexpected.

Youre kidding.

You two arent secretly siblings, are you? Allison shook her head.

Nope.

DNA results came back clean.

No blood relation.

Kellan is his mothers biological son.

His mother, Gianna Lloyd, died years ago, though, so shes not my link.

That only leaves his grandmother, Kinslee.

I need to meet herwhatever it takes.

Rebecca nodded slowly, understanding the gravity of Allisons discovery.

You know Im in if you need help.

As the conversation drifted back to more serious matters, Rebecca seemed to realize that Allison had deftly dodged the original topic.

Her smirk returned, playful and sly.

Allison, I think Mr.

Lloyd has a soft spot for you.

Ive never seen him act this way with anyone else.

And knowing you… Rebecca leaned in closer, her voice teasing.

Come on, be honest.

Are you using him? .

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