Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 26: Kellan looked at Allison and commented: You know, this outfit suits you much better.

In reality, Allison was wearing the most casual and bland clothes that day, but something about her effortless style appealed to Kellan much more than the floral dress.

that she had worn last time.

There was an air of freedom, an unbridled energy about her that he hadn't noticed before.

Thank you, Allison replied with polite indifference.

Although I can't say the same about your previous wardrobe.

Kellan paused, his lips curling slightly as if some distant memory amused him.

It reminded me of something my grandmother would wear! Allison was momentarily speechless.

Kellan's reputation as a scathing critic was well earned.

His candor knew no bounds, and yet he had survived all these years without anyone breaking his teeth.

, a small miracle that spoke of her luck or her strength.

While most people cowed at her brutal honesty, Allison was unfazed.

It was not exactly a delicate flower.

Despite his biting comments, there was something refreshing and direct about his banter.

She felt strangely comfortable, as if the pretensions she had to maintain around the Stevens family evaporated in his presence.

Looking at him now, Allison suddenly remembered her first meeting, two years ago.

At the time, the Stevens family was rapidly sinking and she had sought Kellan's help, desperate to save the family business.

She had waited for hours - four or five cups of coffee - until Kellan's assistant ushered him into the room.

"What perfume are you wearing," he asked her before she could open her mouth or touch the thick stack of documents in front of her.

It was her creation, a perfume she made herself.

didn't want to reveal it, he replied

even

Kellan did not answer

he got straight to the

help the Stevens Group get a sales channel and deal

her

solely on the documents his assistant handed

rest of the

unlike anyone she had ever met: his eccentricity was

hesitation, Allison took the remaining bottle from

Kellan had pulled strings

of perfume, he

rumors that he was unconventional had

years had passed since that strange but fortuitous

a perfumer, Allison found it gratifying to have her

didn't feel bitter when

her work, she thought

bent down and reached out to pet the lazy ginger

belly in a blatant plea

eyes strayed to the pottery Kellan had been working

front of it - if you were feeling generous - but between its crooked shape and cocked lip, it looked more like an abstract art project! Allison hesitated, searching

even an

Don't say anything.

rare hint of defeat

laughed, relieved that he at least had some

when Emanuel

fish.

finally here! I took it out of

It's perfect for eating.

you try

sounds great! Allison

fish in this town: the flavor was fresh,

soured as soon as he saw

if you

increased as his gaze fell on