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.

seemed completely absorbed in her work,

finger, a piece of clay fell away and her thin fingers moved like a butterfly, deftly

clay, capturing the essence of a majestic

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

no plans or

space that seemed to

enigmatic, young but extremely serene, distant and distant, as if

Kellan was amazed.

remembered the woman he had met

had effortlessly disarmed him and disappeared

moments, her gaze had been

small courtyard, the initial murmurs of admiration gave way to a profound silence as everyone's

around them was

Colton, who had anticipated Allison's failure, was now struggling to process

How can it be.

.

.

little ceramic dog that Allison had

he had

figure had splintered into pieces,

.

.

or maybe not.

.

.

that moment, his attention was

had become even more reserved and had not offered him anything

pang of regret, realizing

to a close and the sun began to set, Allison finished her