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

too firm, it

to find a middle ground: cajole it,

strange weight that relieved the tension

followed her, concentrating on the

right moment and, little by little, Soon, the piece

blinked, almost in

good! Allison

now

his mind, always restless, fought against the patience

expect him to

Allison picked up a carving tool and, with the elegance of someone who had done it thousands of times, began to carve

shape of

her usual aloofness seemed

watched her, a voice cut through her thoughts: cold,

of Emanuel rushing in

picked up the vase from the table and his eyes widened as he inspected

phoenix rising

.

.

and hardship, Emanuel

Emanuel's gaze was riveted on the vase, especially on the phoenix stamped on

seemed to ripple with life, full of energy

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

at the

definitely

are Emanuel's teacher, Kellan said, his

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

never

Emanuel His pride

far as I'm concerned, she's my

teetering on the brink of a creative crisis so severe it

was starting

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

was so amazed that he practically wanted to

Kellan wasted no time.

you want to show my