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 soft,

it is too firm,

have to find a middle ground: cajole it,

weight

followed her, concentrating on the shape of

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

blinked, almost in

good! Allison

have the foundation, but now you have to

lay: his mind, always

him to learn

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

a few quick movements, the shape of

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

Kellan watched her, a voice

sound of Emanuel rushing

up the vase from the table and his

rising from the

.

.

fire and hardship,

on the vase, especially on

brushstroke seemed to ripple with

with a secret, completely

his part, looked at the vase with a look

had definitely underestimated

teacher, Kellan said, his voice

didn't confirm it, but she didn't

have never

His pride

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

brink of a creative crisis so severe

starting to fall

after a few words from Allison and seeing her pottery skills

so amazed that he practically wanted

Kellan wasted no time.

show my niece?