?<strong>Chapter 574:</strong>


    Outside, the wind howled relentlessly, but inside, only the bedsidemp offered its soft glow. As the night unfolded, Allison found herself lying atop Ken, his hands gripping her waist with a growing urgency.


    “I’ve already had someone look into the ck market traders. We’ll have results soon,” Ken murmured, his hands tightening, the veins in his back visible with the effort.


    Allison’s hair fell around her face as she tucked it behind her ear, her voice soft. “That’s good.” Their bodies, already so close, seemed to burn hotter with every passing moment. Her face, already strikingly beautiful, was framed by cascading waves, making her even more captivating. Ken’s breath grew heavier, and she could feel the heat between them building. They were both burning up.


    Allison furrowed her brow in thought, her voice steady as she spoke. “There’s new information from Gordon as well. It seems we’ll have to start with the human experimentationb. That’s why I’m working with Kylo. He’ll act as a shield.”


    At the mention of Gordon, Ken’s demeanor shifted instantly. His expression darkened, turning dangerously cold.


    “Allison, how can you be thinking about other men right now?”


    Before she could respond, Ken pulled her closer, their bodies intertwining, their connection deepening. His tone softened as he murmured, “Seems I wasn’t trying hard enough.”


    The night stretched on, their passion undeniable. Each moment surged between them, unstoppable, until Allison was nearly breathless as he brought her to orgasm. The passion between them surged endlessly.


    The soft light of midday filtered through the curtains, bathing the room in a gentle glow. Allison blinked her eyes open, feeling the warmth of the sun against her skin. As she looked down, she noticed the marks left on her fromst night’s fervor. The memories of their time together hit her all at once, overwhelming her senses.


    Ken had truly unleashed his wild side.


    She stepped barefoot onto the cool floor, the chill beneath her feet jolting her fully awake. Looking around, she noted the immacte state of the room, her clothes, the scattered high heels from the previous night, all neatly tidied up as if nothing had ever been out of ce. Even someone with OCD would have approved.


    “He really is suited to be a perfect husband,” she mused aloud to herself.


    After grabbing a shirt from the wardrobe, she casually pulled it on, the hem barely covering her hips and entuating her long legs.


    When she descended the stairs, her eyes immediately found Ken. He was wearing nothing but a deep V-neck robe and an apron, his smooth skin radiating a subtle, yet palpable sensuality. His normally sharp, styled hair now hung loosely over his forehead, softening hismanding presence. Normally, Ken’s suits made him seem untouchable, a man of power and control, but here, in his rxed state, he looked entirely different. There was an undeniable contrast between the two versions of him.


    “Up already? You can take a shower first. I’ve made your favorite,” Ken said, his voice deep and melodious. His usually cold tone had transformed, now soft and tender enough to drown in.


    “Mr. Lloyd, you’re quite the picture of a perfect husband,” Allison couldn’t resist remarking, her voiceced with teasing admiration.


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