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.

it is too

it is too firm, it will

find a middle ground: cajole

words, although simple, had a strange weight that relieved

but followed her, concentrating on the shape of the

although minimal, came at just the right moment and, little by little, Soon, the piece of clay began to

almost in

good!

but now

could sense where his problem lay: his mind, always restless,

I did not expect him to learn so quickly with

with the elegance

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

unwavering, and her usual aloofness seemed to intensify

her, a voice cut through

in charge! The sound of

older man picked up the vase from the table and his

rising from the

.

.

from fire and hardship,

that's special! Emanuel's gaze was riveted on the vase, especially on the

brushstroke seemed to ripple with life, full of

like a child with a secret, completely unaware that

part, looked at the vase with

had definitely

Emanuel's teacher, Kellan said, his voice

but she didn't deny it

have never claimed to

His pride was impossible

she's my teacher!

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

hair was starting to fall

from Allison and seeing her pottery skills up close, everything seemed to

amazed that he practically wanted

Kellan wasted no time.

to show my niece? Say