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.

it, he

even

like Kellan did

straight to the

the Stevens Group get a sales

noticed her

on

the rest of

she had ever met:

from her

had pulled strings and helped the Stevens

perfume, he had

was unconventional had fallen

years had passed since that strange but

found it gratifying to have her scent appreciated,

bitter when

work, she thought she

down and reached out to pet the lazy ginger cat lying

belly in a blatant plea for

strayed to the pottery Kellan had been working on,

generous - but between its crooked shape and cocked lip, it looked more like an abstract art project! Allison hesitated, searching for words,

an insincere

Don't say anything.

Kellan murmured, a rare hint of defeat

relieved that he at

was interrupted when Emanuel walked in, proudly

fish.

took it out of

It's perfect for eating.

you

sounds great!

fresh, rich, and best of all, the fish here had

as soon as he

if you are

increased as his gaze fell on Kellan's botched