?<strong>Chapter 739:</strong>


    He forced his face to remain expressionless as he walked out with Amya.


    The room went quiet for a brief moment.


    Allison quickly finished tending to the wound and injected the medication into Ken.


    That should be enough for now.


    But when she reached to remove her sterilization gown, Ken assumed that she was about to leave. He grabbed her wrist, saying, “Allison, don’t leave me.” His voice was raspy and thick with emotion and affection.


    Allison reassured him, “I’m just changing. I’ll be right back.”


    “I can’t bear to,” Ken said, holding onto her hand tightly. He had just narrowly escaped danger, and his mind felt foggy, far from his usual calm, detached self. It seemed like he was afraid that she wouldn’te back once she let go of his hand.


    “Okay, I won’t go,” Allison said, taking off her gloves and sitting down in the chair next to him. “How did this happen?”


    “Theb waspletely locked down. To get out fast, I set up a makeshift bomb and put it in the microwave, just like you did,” Ken exined, his fingers threading with hers. “Allison, I was so scared for you.”


    Allison’s heart softened. Everything that had happened that day had truly scared him.


    “Starting tomorrow, you don’t have to go to theb. Focus on other things,” Allison said.


    “No way…” Ken tried to sit up, struggling.


    Allison gently pushed him back and said, “Just by taking care of yourself, you’re already helping me. I’ve gained a lot of trust, but if you go, it could be dangerous. I won’t be able to focus.” She paused for a moment before adding, “I need you to do something even more important. You need to find the explosives and the escape route. I think this will be over soon.”


    Their eyes locked, and Ken squeezed her hand tightly.


    “Allison, whether it’s life or death, we’ll face it together.”


    “Of course,” Allison replied, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “After all, it’s what you promised me.”


    Outside the door, Gordon came back with burn medication. He overheard their conversation clearly. His dark eyes grew even more somber.


    The following day, at the research institute.


    “Mr. Shaw, the basement level one’sb is all intact. Nothing is missing, and the test subjects are okay, but…”


    Jareth delivered his report carefully. He paused for a moment, unsure.


    “Even with all the security in ce, we still haven’t found the female assassin you mentioned.”


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