?<strong>Chapter 575:</strong>


    She pinched Ken’s chin yfully and pressed a kiss to his lips. “This is your reward.”


    He froze for a moment, caught off guard, before muttering, “Thanks.”


    Normally, Ken’s dark eyes were like a deep, still pool—unyielding and unreadable. But now, they rippled with warmth and emotion that had Allison’s heart skipping a beat.


    “Then I’ll go take a shower first,” Allison said, giving him a wave as she moved toward the bathroom.


    Standing in front of the mirror, the coolness of the bathroom air hit her as droplets of water traced down her skin. She wrapped herself in a towel and stepped out, her hair damp and clinging to her shoulders. Taking another towel, she softly dried her hair, the warmth of the fabric soothing against her skin.


    “You know, I am actually hungry,” she admitted, feeling a slight ache in her stomach. After all,st night had been intense.


    “Let me help you,” Ken offered, moving toward her. He gently took the towel and began to dry her hair, his fingers working through the damp strands with careful precision.


    There was something so tender about the way he touched her, a softness in his gestures that made her feel at ease. Even though she couldn’t see his expression, Allison could feel the quiet focus in his every movement, the care he took with her.


    A faint scent of food reached her nose, and curiosity bubbled up inside her. “Who taught you to cook?”


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    “I just followed some online tutorials,” Ken replied.


    His hands were long and graceful as he worked, the veins on the back of his hand subtly standing out under the dim light. His movements held an effortless strength, a kind of quiet power that made her stomach flutter.


    The faint scent of gardenia from her shampoo lingered in the air, mixing with the aroma of the food. Allison closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying the intimacy of the moment, the simple, peaceful closeness between them.


    “I’m lucky to have such a treat,” she murmured, leaning slightly into his touch.


    For a moment, time seemed to slow. The noise of the world around them faded, leaving only the calm between them.


    It was rare to find a moment like this, where the world outside could be forgotten in favor of something that felt…plete.


    After finishing with her hair, they moved to the dining table, the rich aroma of freshly prepared food filling the air. Allison eagerly picked up a piece of meatloaf, her eyes lighting up as she tasted it.


    “When you retire, you should consider being my personal chef,” she said, her eyes gleaming with humor. “You can set your sry, and I’ll throw in a double bonus at the end of the year. What do you think, Mr. Lloyd?”


    “Thank you, Ms. rke. I’ll put in my best effort.” Ken nced at Allison, almost as if weighing his words. A faint smile tugged at his lips.


    “And if you ever need… additional services…” he added.


    Allison scoffed. “I don’t need that.”


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