WorldNovelChapter 276: Inside the villa, Floyd was busy helping Kellan tend to his wound.
Mr.
Lloyd, you didnt hesitate earlier when taking action.
Were you not worried about reopening that wound? The sharp, sterile scent of disinfectant lingered in the air as it touched the raw edges of his injury, making the damage even more apparent.
Most would have cried out in pain, but Kellan only tightened his fists and furrowed his brow.
Its nothing, he muttered.
Kellan had always been patient, with a pain tolerance higher than most particularly in more intimate encounters.
On the yacht that night, Allisons nails had left red trails down his back.
Bite marks dotted his shoulders and chest from their wild moments together.
It had been a night of reckless indulgence, but Kellan hadnt shied away from the pain.
In fact, he found himself dangerously lost in it.
Especially when it was Allison causing it, those sensations beca strange kind of pleasure, pulling him into a perilous high.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIn those moments, Kellans mind overflowed with thoughts of surrender, madness, and self-control teetering on the edge.
He knew his darker desires would eventually conshim, burning him out like a fire that had been stoked for too long.
So even when Allisons marks covered his skin, he kept whispering in her ear, coaxing her to dive deeper into their shared chaos.
Now, his voice low and magnetic, he murmured, Ms.
Clarke and all of you mean more than any wound.
Allison glanced at Kellan when she heard him say this, the soft breeze from the window ruffling his short black hair.
His expression was calm, unreadable.
Kellan continued wrapping the bandage, his arms flexing, revealing muscles that were lean but defined.
His long fingers moved with a practiced, almost sensual precision.
He sat on the sofa, much of his body swallowed by shadow, as though he were merging with the darkness itself. It suited him.
To those outside his circle, Kellan was like the moon cold, distant, untouchable.
But who would have guessed that behind closed doors, his walls were lined with indulgences from dark blindfolds to handcuffs and ropes? His entire existence was a contradiction desire locked inside restraint.
Even now, his words carried a subtle, unexpected allure.
Before Allison could respond, Floyd lazily chimed in, Well, Mr.
Lloyd, it seems you do have a heart after all.
Floyd had picked up on Kellans meaning, though a flicker of discomfort passed through him.
He kept it hidden, focusing on Kellans wound with meticulous care.
Especially with Allison in the room.
In Floyds presence, he made sure to maintain a warm and friendly demeanor, his eyes sparkling in the dim light. Always the one to add his own twist, Floyd winked at Allison and said, You know, Allison, I think youre more important too.
Unlike Kellans cool, composed demeanor, Floyds smile was gentle, almost tender like that of a devoted husband. His eyes, framed by his gold-rimmed glasses, seemed as deep and still as a quiet lake.
After finishing with Kellan, Floyd reached into his pocket and handed Allison a box of Leonidas chocolates.
The golden box was wrapped with care, complete with a bow, clearly prepared in advance.
Here, Floyd said with a broad smile, deliberately making sure Kellan heard him.
I remember you love sweets.
The box was decorated with tiny hearts and contained hazelnut and pine nut chocolates Allisons favorites from the past.
But the inscription on the gilded box stood out most: I look into your eyes and fall deeper in love.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmKellan was speechless, feeling completely sidelined by Floyds theatrics.
He considered sinking into the sofa cushions to escape the display.
Leaning casually on his hand, Kellan remarked, Strange.
I seem to recall her not liking sweets.
Kellan had always been observant of Allisons habits.
But Floyd merely shrugged, brushing off the comment.
I suppose, Mr.
Lloyd, you might not know her all that well.
Weve been friends since our days in Leswington.
Then, Floyd turned to Allison, his smile warm as ever.
You do still like sweets, dont you, Allison? Though Floyds face remained pleasant, a su subtle om challenge flickered in his eyes as they briefly met Kellans.
After the words were spoken, both men turned to Allison, their gazes locked on her.
The tension between them was thick, like a brewing storm, spreading m slowly the buth of a lit fuse, waiting En.
for an explosion. Each of them silently waited for her response.
Allison, caught between them, found herself at a loss for words.
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