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 will

to find a middle ground: cajole it, not fight

words, although simple, had a strange weight

but followed her, concentrating on the shape of

minimal, came at just the right moment and, little by little, Soon, the

almost

good! Allison

but now you have to

where his problem lay: his mind, always restless, fought against the patience

him to learn so quickly with a

carving tool and, with the elegance of someone who had

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

and her usual aloofness

her, a voice

in charge! The sound of Emanuel

table and his eyes widened as

phoenix rising

.

.

fire and hardship,

riveted on the

with life,

couldn't help but smile like a child with a secret, completely

his part, looked at the vase with a

had definitely

are Emanuel's teacher, Kellan

didn't confirm it, but

have never

pride

I'm concerned, she's my

was teetering on the brink of a

was starting

her pottery skills up

amazed that he practically wanted to

Kellan wasted no time.

to show my