LittleNovelChapter 926: For Kellan, every brush of her fingers against his skin was electric. Each touch sent an unspoken current through him, tightening his throat and scattering his thoughts. He inhaled sharply, trying to ground himself as he spoke. "The ArTower belongs to the Dibya Group. It's a hub for Vrining's top perfumers, a collaborative space where they create and trade formulas for Dibya." His voice faltered slightly as he adjusted to her proximity.
"The ArTower thrives under Dibya's founder, Fabian Morgan, a visionary billionaire who built it as a haven for creativity and artistic expression. Their slogan emphasizes granting perfumers the recognition they deserve while fostering innovation." Allison tightened the bandage with a secure knot, her expression contemplative. "My mother had a deep love for perfumes. This place seems secure enough. If she's hiding, she might be here, blending in under a different identity," she mused.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe thought lingered in the air. The ArTower was known for its exclusivity, and even the Immortality Group would hesitate to search such a place without cause.
Kellan nodded in agreement. “I'll assign someone to look into it." Before Allison could respond, he slipped an arm around her waist and effortlessly lifted her, setting her onto a nearby chair as if she weighed nothing.
"Take a moment to relax. It's rare to find this kind of calm." Perched on his lap, Allison arched an eyebrow. "And what about your wound? Doesn't it bother you anymore?" "Not when you're here," he replied with a soft smile.
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The warmth of his embrace filled her with a sense of security. For a fleeting moment, it felt as though the world had paused. But the tranquility was soon shattered by the sharp trill of her phone.
She answered, hearing Floyd's voice on the other end.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Allison, I need to talk to you," cFloyd's familiar tone.
Her brow furrowed slightly. "Is it about Kinslee?" "No, no, don't worry about that," Floyd reassured her with a light chuckle. "It's related, but I didn't want to disturb you, knowing how occupied you've been lately." Though casual, his words carried an undercurrent of curiosity. Floyd wasn't blind to the fact that both she and Kellan had disappeared together, and no one in the Lloyd family knew where they had gone.
Kellan's arm tightened around Allison's waist as he caught fragments of her conversation. His gaze flickered, sharp with interest, though he remained silent.
Allison, however, suddenly stiffened as Kellan leaned in, his lips brushing against the curve of her collarbone with deliberate slowness.
Her body tensed, and she shot him a pointed glare. Keeping her composure, she silently asked Kellan to-stop. She pressed a hand against his chest to push him away, but the gesture only seemed to embolden him further, his persistence unyielding.
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