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.

reveal it, he replied indifferently: It's something

don't even remember

Kellan did

straight to

can help the Stevens Group get a sales channel and deal with

her hesitation

concentrating solely on the documents his assistant handed

rest of the perfume

anyone she had ever

from her purse

his word, Kellan had pulled strings and helped the Stevens Group weather the

a bottle of perfume, he

rumors that he was

had passed since that

it gratifying to have her scent appreciated,

when

Kellan had praised her work, she thought she could return the

out to pet the lazy

belly in a blatant

pottery Kellan had been working on, any praise he had planned

like a vase in 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 for words, but

even an insincere

Don't say anything.

Kellan murmured, a rare hint of defeat in

laughed, relieved that he

when Emanuel walked in, proudly

fish.

took it out of the

It's perfect for eating.

until you

sounds great! Allison

missed the fish in this town: the flavor was fresh, rich,

Emanuel's cheerful expression soured as soon as he

if you

only increased as his gaze fell on Kellan's botched attempt at