?<strong>Chapter 642:</strong>


    Allison’s smile grew. Ken was fiercely possessive. Even with Colton out of her life, Ken clearly couldn’t tolerate his presence. His words were a clear deration, staking his im on her. She loved this side of him, she admitted.


    yfully, Allison tugged on Ken’s tie, drawing his head down to ce a soft kiss on his Adam’s apple, near a small mole that made his skin look even more tempting.


    Meanwhile, Colton’s voice brimmed with contempt. “Mr. Lloyd, you’re dreaming if you think Allison would want someone like you. She’s always been into me. If she’s with you now, it’s just to get under my skin.”


    Ordinarily, Ken would have fired back without a second thought. But with Allison’s lips warm against his skin, her breath brushing over him, he barely held himself together, his body taut with restraint.


    “Is that so?” His voice was a low, almost primal growl. “I don’t care about the past. Only the present matters.”


    His words grew thick with emotion, tinged with a darker, huskier tone. “Allison and I are together now. If you harass her again, don’t say I didn’t warn you…”


    He couldn’t finish. A deep, involuntary sound escaped him, like a sudden surge of electricity had coursed through his body, leaving him dizzy with sensation.


    Ken’s eyes darkened with unrestrained intensity as he pulled Allison close, kissing her deeply, all thoughts of Colton forgotten.


    “What did you say?” Colton’s voice demanded,ced with growing rage.


    But Ken didn’t reply. His words had been cut off; instead, Colton caught a faint, intimate sound — a soft, provocative murmur that left him momentarily speechless.


    It was subtle, fleeting, but powerful enough to hit him like a p. He paused, straining to hear, wondering if he’d imagined it. “Is Allison with you?” he finally snapped, frustration leaking into his voice.


    Ken chuckled lowly, a soundced with amusement and confidence. “And if she is?”


    The disdain in his voice was unmistakable.


    “You…”


    Without waiting for a reply, Ken ended the call.


    With the phone screen now dark, Ken’s focus returned to Allison. He’d affirmed that Allison was his, and that was enough.


    “Allison,” he murmured, his gaze heavy as he looked up at her seated on hisp.


    She met his eyes with a teasing smile.


    “What’s wrong?” she echoed, mocking his own serious tone.


    Desire surged within him. He leaned in, eyes fixed on her lips, about to kiss her when she yfully held him back with a finger.


    “Mr. Lloyd, were you jealous during that call?”


    “Yes. I’m very jealous of him.” Ken’s voice was low and maic, his eyes stormy with raw emotion. “I wish I’d met you sooner.”


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