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

it is too firm,

middle ground:

a strange weight that relieved the

her, concentrating on the shape of the

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

blinked, almost in

good! Allison

the foundation, but now you have to perfect

his mind, always restless, fought against the

expect him to learn so quickly with a

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

a few quick movements, the shape of a flying phoenix began to

was unwavering, and her usual

watched her, a voice cut through her

charge! The sound of

the table and his

phoenix rising

.

.

from fire and hardship,

Emanuel's gaze was riveted on the

ripple with life, full of

completely unaware that the fish

part, looked at the vase with a

definitely underestimated

really are Emanuel's teacher,

it, but she didn't

have never claimed to

Emanuel His pride was impossible to

far as I'm concerned, she's my teacher! It was

crossed paths, Emanuel was teetering on the brink of a creative crisis so severe it was almost eating him,

hair was starting to

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

was so amazed that he practically wanted to call her his

Kellan wasted no time.

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