?<strong>Chapter 949:</strong>


    Amya’s voice was full of excitement. “Really?”


    “Yes, there are a few things I need to take care of there,” Allison exined.


    “Awesome! I’ll check it out right away!” Amya responded eagerly.


    Not long after Allison ended the call, Ken returned to the room. He noticed that Allison had just finished blow-drying her hair. Her cheeks were pink from the steam, and her wavy hair fell loosely over her shoulders. She waspletely absorbed in herptop.


    Ken found himself unable to look away.


    Allison saw him enter and looked up. “You’re back,” she said.


    “Mm.”


    Ken tried to pull her into an embrace, but she stopped him, pressing a finger to his chest.


    “What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice raspy.


    Allison could feel the warmth of his body. His usual embrace felt more intense, almost possessive.


    Because he had just showered, his skin was still damp. “You didn’t dry off properly,” Allison said with a hint of yful irritation.


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    Allison’s fingers brushed against Ken’s chest. His chest muscles were rxed and soft, making it pleasant to touch.


    When Allison looked up, she noticed droplets of water still clinging to his corbone. The deep V of his bathrobe only made him seem more alluring. Ken hummed softly, his fingers sliding down her spine.


    “Yeah, it’s a little wet,” he replied.


    Allison shot him a re. “Shut up.”


    But Ken didn’t seem to hear it at all.


    Ken effortlessly lifted Allison and ced her on the bed. “That’s why I want you to rest and sleep well,” he said.


    “Then why aren’t you wearing pajamas?” she asked.


    “I didn’t intend to,” he replied.


    With that, Ken leaned down and kissed her.


    The soft, golden light gently surrounded them. As Ken pressed his lips to Allison’s, their breaths mingled in the heat. The kiss was intense and consuming. Allison felt breathless, theck of air overwhelming her. Without thinking, he lifted her waist as their bodies came closer. The snow-white bathrobe had already slipped off andy on the floor.


    “Allison, you know I don’t have much family left. After my grandmother and Lorna, you’re all I have now.” Ken’s throat tightened as he slowly kissed her neck.


    Their hold on each other was tender and close. He held her tightly, as if he never wanted to let her go.


    “So whether you’re going to Ar?me Tower to look for your mother or to settle the score with the Mafia, I hope to go with you. We can face it together, just likest time,” Ken said, his lips trailing lower. “Allison, promise me.”


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