Chapter 90: Allison looked at Kellan through the rearview mirror, her thoughts spiraling like smoke rising into the air.
His kissing skills had surprised her, although she hadn't analyzed the moment beyond its natural intensity.
The kiss had simply seemed.
.
.
appropriate, an impulsive reaction to the charged atmosphere between them.
The DNA test had already confirmed that they were not blood relatives, but the strange attraction she felt towards him, that deep connection that stirred her soul, was undeniable.
She was neither naive nor inexperienced in matters of the heart.
Not at all.
He knew Kellan felt something too: it was in his eyes, in the warmth of his touch.
What it was, however, remained elusive, like trying to catch fog in your hands.
However, getting closer to him would certainly give him easier access to his grandmother.
He has moves, I admit.
“But why is he wasting away in that wheelchair,” Allison muttered as she drove the car.
Kellan showed the world a cold, indifferent mask, but that kiss - so full of passion, so skillfully delivered - revealed an undercurrent of fire that he had kept hidden.
Remembering that fleeting kiss, full of raw, almost destructive energy, he He realized that they had been on the verge of burning together.
Beneath their calm appearances lay a mutual madness ready to explode.
It was what made Kellan so irresistibly captivating: cold and collected on the outside, but dangerously unhinged on the inside.
How could someone like that like pottery? The idea amused her, because the idea of someone as intense as Kellan giving herself over to such a meticulous and serene art form seemed almost comical.
When she arrived home, Rebecca greeted her at the door with a glass of ice water and the face illuminated by curiosity.
Allison, darling, how was class today? Some little monster misbehaved.
Before Allison could respond, Rebecca's sharp eyes fixed on something unusual: Allison's lips, slightly swollen and shiny with a faint shine.
With Allison's bold red lips, the extra blush only made her more alluring.
Rebecca raised an eyebrow.
Let it go.
Your lips don't look like that for showing off.
Who Kissed You Grabbing Allison's arm, Rebecca continued, her smile growing wider.
Come on, what are you hiding? Uh.
.
.
mosquito bite, Allison said, quickly touching her lips in instinctive defense.
But Rebecca clearly wasn't buying it, so Allison took a quick sip of the ice water, smoothly shifting gears.
Today I taught a talented girl.
He only needed one demonstration and he nailed my technique perfectly.
Her hands are firm as a surgeon's, but she's so wrapped up in her own little world it's a shame.
You know, art requires more than skill, it needs inspiration from life.
If you have never really felt nature, no matter how well you recreate a landscape, it is still just an imitation.
His work lacks soul, but I have a soft spot for it.
She is autistic, and that is a difficult path to navigate.
But we'll go slowly.
Rebecca, uninterested in the ins and outs of pottery, raised an eyebrow and asked: So you went to the Lloyds' house today.
Some progress You mean clues Nothing so obvious.
No one is leaving breadcrumbs for you to follow.
Allison's tone was nonchalant, but then she dropped the real bombshell.
But you knew Kellan wears a necklace.
Rebecca blinked.
A necklace No, I had never noticed.
The truth is that it didn't surprise me.
Kellan always wore the collar of his shirt buttoned all the way up, looking like something out of a business magazine.
Who would think of looking for a necklace among so much formality? The design matches the snake bracelet my mother left me, Allison continued.
The craftsmanship is identical.
He says it was his mother's.
Rebecca's eyes widened, genuine shock on her face.
He knew how long Allison had been following leads about that bracelet.
Finding this connection at the Lloyd mansion was completely unexpected.
You're kidding.
You two aren't secret siblings, are you? Allison shook her head.
No.
The DNA results came back clean.
There is no blood relationship.
Kellan is his mother's biological son.
Although his mother, Gianna Lloyd, died years ago, so it's not my connection.
That only leaves his grandmother, Kinslee.
I have to meet her, no matter what it takes.
Rebecca nodded slowly, understanding the gravity of Allison's discovery.
You know I'm in if you need help.
When the conversation turned again to more serious matters, Rebecca seemed to realize that Allison had cleverly dodged the original topic.
Her smile returned, playful and sly.
Allison, I think Mr.
Lloyd has a soft spot for you.
I've never seen him act like that with anyone else.
And knowing you… Rebecca leaned closer, her voice mocking.
Come on, be honest.
You are using him.
.
.
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