Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 35: Surrounded by a rapt crowd, Allison gently picked up a piece of clay and sprinkled it with water.

It was then that Kellan realized that she had been deliberately slowing her pace to guide him through the basics.

In less than a minute, the clay in his hands had already begun to transform.

The art of sculpting gave way to the precision of carving.

It's like watching a movie, someone murmured, amazed.

Colton and Melany, who had previously ridiculed Allison, were now showing visible signs of anxiety, their foreheads glistening with sweat.

They scrutinized her every move, wary of any hint of deception.

Kellan expected Allison to need his help, but she only occasionally asked him to pass her a file.

Take the smallest one, he ordered calmly, his voice a firm anchor in the charged atmosphere.

His hands moved with deliberate grace and the clay seemed to yield to his touch, coming to life under his skillful fingers.

Kellan held out the file more.

small behind.

In that fleeting contact, he once again perceived the scent of plum blossoms that she gave off.

A lump formed in his throat and he gently wiped the sweat from Allison's forehead with a clean handkerchief, gently brushing his fingers against her forehead.

smooth skin.

As he removed his hand, he felt a strange sense of familiarity.

He marveled that her skin could be as smooth and fine as porcelain.

Allison seemed completely absorbed in

quick movement of the finger, a piece of clay fell away and her thin fingers

breathed life into the clay,

moment, Kellan felt an unusual tranquility, as if they were the last two people on earth, along with the pottery

were no

serene space that seemed to alleviate the constant restlessness that ran through

distant and distant, as if her heart was hidden

Kellan was amazed.

woman he

disarmed him and disappeared in

moments, her gaze had been

gave way to a profound silence as everyone's attention remained focused solely

breathlessness around

was now

How can it be.

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.

ceramic dog that Allison had given him three years

nostalgia, he had smashed it to pieces on the

friendly figure had splintered into pieces, possibly severing his

.

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or maybe not.

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his

had become even more reserved and had not offered him anything

regret, realizing she might have overlooked

to a close and the sun