Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 27: Kellan cast a suspicious glance at young Allison, his thoughts swirling with doubts.

Emanuel must have been playing tricks on him.

You don't need to lie to me if I don't suit you.

I'll be out of your way soon.

Emanuel, who had been trying to pull Kellan out of his orbit for days, raised an eyebrow.

He caught a flash of hesitation in Kellan's expression, unexpected even for him.

You're already packing your bags.

I figured you'd have more guts than that, wheel boy.

Kellan's gaze drifted to the clay in his hands, its cold, smooth texture making him feel in the moment.

There was something about working with her that calmed the storm in his mind.

In those quiet moments, the face of a girl, serene and smiling, often danced among his thoughts.

She gave him something - he couldn't remember what - but she felt linked to the memories that he couldn't access.

Coming back to reality, Kellan said, "That's why I need your professor's guidance before I leave.

" Emanuel scoffed, clearly frustrated by Kellan's skepticism.

You think I have time for games Ask anyone: you'll see I don't bother to lie.

Allison, let him wander around forever, but don't teach him anything! With that, Emanuel turned towards the kitchen, the fish he had caught hanging loosely in his grip.

But as she prepared the food, she kept sneaking glances at the two of them, motioning for Allison to come forward and offer some instruction.

Allison just smiled and offered no explanation.

Your hands are too tense, she said.

She knew Kellan doubted her, but proving herself wasn't the important thing.

If you follow the steps too rigidly, the result will be lifeless.

You have to feel the clay, not order it.

too soft, it will

too firm, it

middle ground: cajole

words, although simple, had a strange weight that relieved the tension

but followed her, concentrating on the shape of

just the right moment and, little by little, Soon, the piece of clay began

almost

good!

but now you have to perfect

where his problem lay: his mind, always restless, fought against

to learn

carving tool and, with the elegance of someone who had done it thousands of times, began to carve into

a few quick movements, the shape of a

was unwavering, and her usual aloofness seemed to intensify as she

watched her, a voice cut through her thoughts:

of Emanuel

from the table and

phoenix rising from the

.

.

and hardship, Emanuel

Emanuel's gaze was riveted on the

brushstroke seemed to ripple with

but smile like a child with a secret, completely unaware that the fish in his

part, looked at the vase with a

had definitely

you really are Emanuel's teacher,

didn't confirm it, but she didn't deny

have never

pride was

doesn't matter! As far as I'm concerned, she's my teacher! It was funny how life worked

they first crossed paths, Emanuel was teetering on the brink of a creative crisis so

starting

after a few words from Allison and seeing her pottery skills up

so amazed that he practically wanted to call her his teacher on

Kellan wasted no time.

to show my niece? Say your