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.

is too

it is too firm, it

middle

words, although simple, had a strange weight

concentrating on

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

blinked, almost in

good! Allison

the foundation, but now you

where his problem lay: his mind, always restless,

to learn so quickly with a

a carving tool and, with the elegance of someone who had

the shape

unwavering, and her usual aloofness seemed

a voice cut through her thoughts: cold,

be in charge! The sound of Emanuel rushing in broke Kellan's

older man picked up the vase from the table and

phoenix rising from

.

.

and

gaze was riveted on the vase, especially on the phoenix stamped on its

brushstroke seemed to ripple with life,

help but smile like a child with a secret, completely unaware that the

looked at the vase

definitely

are Emanuel's teacher, Kellan said, his voice

confirm it, but she

have never

His pride

doesn't matter! As far as I'm concerned, she's

Emanuel was teetering on the brink of a creative crisis so severe it was

was starting to fall

seeing her pottery skills up

wanted to call her his teacher on

Kellan wasted no time.

you want to show my