?<strong>Chapter 405:</strong>


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    A sh of lightning through the window lit up the room briefly, casting eerie shadows. “A power outage?” Allison frowned.


    The room was soundproof, so it was impossible to hear anything from outside.


    Something tugged at Allison’s memory, urging her to leave the room. She stepped into the darkened hallway and gently knocked on the door across from hers.


    Thump.


    “Ken?” Allison called.


    The hallway was pitch ck, with no light from any source. The silence felt unsettling, especially considering Ken’s fear of the dark—a detail he had tried to hide, but one she hadn’t missed during her previous visit.


    “If you don’t answer, I’ming in,” she warned. Just as her hand touched the doorknob, footsteps sounded from inside.


    The door creaked open, and a thin beam of dim light spilled into the hallway.


    Allison’s eyes followed the glow until they met Ken’s face, softly illuminated by a candlelight.


    “Sorry, the lightning must have damaged the system, and I only managed to find this candle,” Ken exined, stepping aside to let her in. “Please,e in.”


    “That’ll do,” Allison said, relieved, as she stepped into the room.


    The candle’s flickering me cast soft light around the room, its glow reflecting the storm raging outside.


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    Allison settled onto the sofa, her gaze following the candle’s dancing shadows. “Did you call anyone toe for repairs?” she asked.


    “Not yet. The storm is too severe for anyone toe out tonight,” Ken lied, his words calm as the flickering candlelight danced in his dark eyes. “It’s far too stormy outside. For safety’s sake, we should wait until morning to sort this out.”


    Allison nodded in agreement, not thinking much of it. “That makes perfect sense. It’s definitely unsafe to venture out at night.”


    An easy silence settled between them, filling the room with a tranquil ambiance that felt oddlyforting. As the warm glow of the candle illuminated the space, Allison turned to leave, but Ken’s voice stopped her.


    “Would you mind staying with me tonight?”


    It was unusual for Ken to ask for anything, and though his tone remained steady, Allison noticed the slight tremor in his fingers.


    “I don’t mind. I’ve been dealing with insomnia tonight anyway, so it makes sense to keep each otherpany,” she replied, understanding his aversion to the dark.


    She lightened the mood with a tease, saying, “But just likest time, I’m iming the bed, and you’ll take the floor.”


    “Of course,” Ken replied, a rare smile gracing his lips.


    Being mindful of his injuries, Allisonid a thick nket on the floor for him and offered a pillow, ensuring he was asfortable as possible.


    Meanwhile, downstairs in the electrical room, two servants crouched in the shadows, guarding the tiny space.


    “I can’t figure out what Mr. Lloyd was thinking, saying he was worried the lightning might damage the electrical system. He had me turn off the power early,” one servant murmured, bewildered.


    “Right? And he also told us not to mention it to anyone, insisting we keep the power off until morning before we could return to our rooms,” the other replied, shaking his head.


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