Chapter 372: Hoyts definitely setting a trap, she warned, hoping to remind him.
It was obvious that someone like him would lay a trap, and regardless of how accurate the information seemed, there would definitely be a setup waiting at the Underground.
I know, its a clear setup, which is why Im not going, Kellan replied, his voice low, almost cryptic.
As the Lloyd Group heir, showing his face in a place like the Underground would be out of the question.
But as a racer, it made perfect sense for him to be there.
Kellan glanced over at Allison, who looked relaxed and languid in the sunlight, her body draped like a cat stretched in a warm spot.
Ms.
Clarke, planning to join the chaos? he asked, his instincts sharp when it cto her.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHed noticed her grace and confidence while speed skating, which made him think she enjoyed thrills.
People like that often had a penchant for racing too.
Allison gave a small smile, answering, Definitely not.
You know Ive been swamped lately, and I cant spare the tor energy.
Their easy-going expressions mirrored each other, both exuding calm.
The breeze was light, carrying a sense of tranquility as Emanuel taught Lorna pottery nearby. Everything felt peaceful.
Did you use the medicine I bought you yesterday? Kellan asked, his gaze locking onto hers.
It should help with bruises.
Allison hesitated for a second.
Not yet.
My high-neck tops hide them well enough, so its not too bad.
Sorry, Kellan apologized, his voice dropping, a hint of regret in his eyes.
I didnt mean to bite that hard yesterday.
Its fine.
I got even anyway, Allison shrugged slightly.
Their escapades from the day before were still vivid in her mind.
She recalled sitting on the cold wooden table, gripping Kellans neck as his kisses turned to nibbles, and eventually, he carried her upstairs.
It had left her chest aching, so bruised that even wearing a bra felt painful.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmKellans broad back was also a canvas of red marks, the result of her nails digging in during their passion, and the sight was shocking even to her.
From the afternoon until dusk, they hadnt stopped, the sound of running water from the bathroom switching on and off repeatedly.
Maybe it was the result of a long period of abstinence, but the connection between them had sparked like dry kindling hitting a flame, flaring up instantly.
Allison mused that perhaps it was the monotony of life in Ontdale that made any hint of excitement feel so irresistible.
As dusk descended upon the peaceful courtyard in Athton, Allison and Kellan naturally went their w separate ways.
Just before parting, Kellan asked, almost casually, Do you.Somewhat Allison replied, her tone light and indifferent. At her response, Kellans expression darkened, becoming harder to read.
His eyes lingered on her for a moment longer.
Allisons athletic figure, particularly her long, powerful legs, hạɗalways e caught his attention. It explained how she had bested him on the cruise.