Chapter 353: Home was where the heart could find peace, he thought.


    Allison smiled softly and said, Its been quite a while since west crossed paths.


    I do miss Emanuel.


    Why dont we visit him tomorrow? She stretchedzily, feeling the weariness in her limbs.


    Moments like these made her sleepy, especially as she sank into the smooth seat of the car, watching the world outside blur into a fleetingndscape.


    The tranquility of the atmosphere was almost intoxicating, and she couldnt help but let her guard down.


    Before she knew it, sleep had imed her.


    Her mind was only faintly aware of the warmth enveloping her.


    It felt familiar and oddly soothing, lulling her deeper into rxation.


    Moving even a finger seemed unnecessary in the embrace of thatfort.


    Time passed, and when Allison slowly fluttered her eyes open, still groggy and disoriented, she realized her coat had slipped down to her knees.


    Did I just drift off? she murmured, half to herself.


    She turned her head to Ken, who had already parked the car by the house.


    Theyd arrived so quickly.


    And she had fallen asleep,pletely vulnerable, without a shred of caution.


    This realization struck her.


    It dawned on her that such ease only came with deep trust.


    You mustve been more tired than you realized, Ken said with a calm smile.


    But now that were here, youll sleep even better in a proper bed.


    He reached over to unfasten her seatbelt.


    In truth, watching Allison as she gradually sumbed to sleep stirred something within him a strange peace, as if this scene had yed out before in some distant, hazy dream.


    Or perhaps it was just an illusion.


    Fully regaining her senses, Allison responded with a soft chuckle.


    I guess I was worn out.


    Thank you, Mr.


    Lloyd, but I can manage.


    She reached for the seatbelt but winced suddenly as a sharp pain shot through her scalp.


    Ouch she gasped, her hand instinctively grabbing Kens wrist.


    Wait… my hairs caught.


    The more she tried to move, the worse the pain became.


    Her hair had somehow tangled with one of Kens shirt buttons, and she couldnt free herself.


    Sorry, could you help me with this? Allison asked, genuinely embarrassed by the predicament.


    Her head was now bent awkwardly, giving her a clear view of Kens lower half.


    His legs were slightly bent, stretched forward, and the deep gray seams of his trousers outlined a curve that seemed too tight.


    This wasnt the first time shed encountered such a sight, but usually, it happened in dimly lit moments when they were lost in each other.


    It had never felt so exposed before.


    Fortunately, the awkwardness was short-lived.


    Its untangled, Ken said, letting go of her sleek ck hair.


    I should be the one apologizing, though it was my button that caused the mess.


    He gently ran his fingers over her hair as he released it.


    It felt as soft as moonlight and carried a delicate scent.


    Allison sighed with relief and looked up.


    d it wasnt too .


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