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 indifferently: It's

don't even remember the

you like Kellan did not

got straight

a sales

barely noticed her hesitation

on the documents his assistant handed

of the perfume with

unlike anyone she had ever met: his eccentricity was

Allison took the remaining bottle from her purse and placed it on

Kellan had pulled strings and

of perfume, he had moved

was unconventional

since

gratifying to have her scent

feel bitter when

she thought she could return the

reached out to pet the lazy ginger cat lying

immediately stirred, baring its belly

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

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 couldn't

an insincere

Don't say anything.

a rare hint

he at

the air was interrupted when Emanuel walked in,

fish.

finally here! I took it

It's perfect for eating.

until you try my

great! Allison

missed the fish in this town: the flavor was fresh, rich, and best of all, the

soured as soon as he

you are not

gaze fell on Kellan's