GoodReadChapter 110: In the restaurant on the top floor, what was going to be a dinner for three quickly turned into an
intimate affair for two.
As soon as he sat down, Rebeca's phone rang.
After a brief conversation, he left.
My father suddenly needsin the office for a last-minute job.
It's chaos there.
So.
take your time, Mr.
Lloyd, Allison.
| have to take care of scompany matters.
She gave them both a meaningful smile before walking away, clearly creating an opportunity for the two of
them.
Shortly after, Allison's phone buzzed with a message: Allison, you owe me! Allison shook her head, exasperated.
Rebecca would probably never believe her if she told her that nothing was going on between her and Kellan.
Now that it was just the two of them, Kellan looked at her.
Is there anything | don't eat, Miss Clarke.
I'm not picky.
Whatever you like is fine, she replied with a relaxed smile.
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Fortunately, the meal was not uncomfortable at all.
The conversation flowed easily and they both felt at ease.
As Allison admired the view through the large windows, she asked nonchalantly: How's Lorna doing lately? She
may be in her own world most of the time, but she worries a lot.
for you.
| remember how terrified | was when you got sick.
You managed to comfort herYes, Kellan answered, his voice firm.
And | owe you thanks for that.
You made Jim take Lorna upstairs when | couldn't.
| was too involved in everything and ended up neglecting her.
He looked up, catching the soft glow of the light on Allison's face, making her look radiant.
And thanks to you, my headaches have subsided a lot.
Mr.
Lloyd, it was nothing, Allison replied, dismissing the praise with a modest wave of her hand.
Satisfied that Lorna was okay, Allison smiled.
We hadn't agreed that you would thankwith this dinner.
That's enough.
You've done more than enough, Mr.
Lloyd.
She knew you had been thoughtful in choosing the venue.
Kellan had impeccable taste.
The rooftop restaurant offered a perfect view of the clouds during the day, and at night, the city lights twinkled
beneath them, a soft hum of life in the distance.
One meal is not enough.
His voice lowered, taking on a more personal tone.
| plan to teach you the perfumery techniques I learned from my grandmother.
It's my way of making it up to you for everything.
| hope you don't find this too boring, Miss Clarke.
His eyes were dark and unreadable.
He wasn't sure if he was offering to teach her out of gratitude or if he simply wanted to create more
opportunities to spend twith her.
Of course not.
“I would love to,” she responded with a soft, easy smile.
But behind her calm demeanor, Allison's mind was elsewhere.
Learning to make perfumes was just a cover.
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I needed answers, and fast.
His top priority was finding out where Kinslee's nursing hwas.
He needed to get that information from Kinslee herself.
As her thoughts churned, a sudden boom interrupted her.
A deep, booming voice interrupted her.
"Miss Clarke.
" Startled, Allison looked up to meet Kellan's gaze.
He pointed towards the window.
Fireworks.
He was breathless for a moment when their eyes met.
His heart skipped a beat, but he turned quickly to the window.
The sky was filled with fireworks, bright and impressive, each burst like a shooting star against the night sky.
The sight was impressive.
From where they sat, their reflections glowed against the glass.
Allison rested her chin in her hand and let out a soft sigh.
"It's beautiful," she murmured.
Kellan's gaze lingered on her for a moment—her long lashes, the soft curve of her lips—before he looked away.
His Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he swallowed, his voice low and rough.
Yes, very pretty.
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