?<strong>Chapter 969:</strong>


    “How about we go today?” Ken suggested. He didn’t need an exnation; he just wanted to make Allison’s wishese true. “The Lloyd family’s private jet hasn’t been used in a while anyway,” he added.


    Allison grinned, saying, “Aren’t you worried I might have set up a trap and was just trying to trick you into going there, Mr. Lloyd?”


    “Not at all,” Ken repliedzily. “After all, I’m yours. You won’t be so cruel to me.”


    “Where did you pick up such cheesy lines?” she teased.


    “From the soap operas our butler always watches,” Ken said with a grin.


    Allison was a little taken aback. She never imagined that Jim would be a fan of soap operas.


    After dinner, Allison and Ken boarded a private jet and soonnded on the deserted ind where, as a child, she had been treated as an experimental subject.


    Allison stared into the distance, her gaze falling on the mostly rundown buildings.


    “That tower in the southeast is the research facility where I was brought by mistake,” she said.


    It was also the ce where she had first met Verruck, Subject 005.


    Ken gently took her cold hand in his.


    “Allison, that’s all behind us now. I’ll stay with you from now on,” he reassured her.


    He could feel the inner turmoil in Allison, even though she appeared calm on the outside.


    Allison squeezed his hand and replied, “Okay.”


    They stood side by side in front of the dpidated research facility.


    The main entrance had been burned and twisted, and most of the structure had copsed, leaving only faint traces of its original form.


    Allison had once believed that the past was nothing more than a bad dream. She had feared that returning here would make her sick, reminding her of the horrible experiments and deadly fights. But, to her surprise, Allison found herself stronger than she had thought.


    She gripped Ken’s hand tightly.


    “What Verruckt said was right. I really did stay here for a while,” she admitted.


    Facing the cold wind, Allison stared at the ruins in the distance.


    “I used to go on long journeys, just to search for my mother. But now, I have so many other things I want to focus on.”


    “Ken, I hold you close to my heart.”


    Her voice was steady, as if she were simply talking about the weather.


    As the wind blew, Ken could only see strands of her hair brushing against her face.


    Allison had always been stunning. She had always been the kind of person who left others speechless.


    But right then, Ken felt that it was more than just her looks — a deeper connection was forming between them.


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