Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 66: A pleasure doing business with you.

Kellan's handshake was firm but unhurried.

You had your doubts before, but now you've accepted it thanks to my grandmother, right? Allison nodded slightly, her eyes steady.

Family was a powerful motivation, and she understood his cautious attitude.

That's how it is.

Your grandmother's work in perfumery is famous and I have always been attracted to her techniques.

Every time I find something I don't master, it becomes an obsession.

Its ability to balance contrasting aromas, mixing warm and cold notes, is remarkable.

I've tried, but I've never achieved the same harmony.

A soft, discreet smile appeared on Allison's lips.

But if you're willing to mentor me, Kellan, that could save me a lot of trial and error.

Kellan had always been a man who paid attention to the smallest details.

His instincts were sharp, tuned to detect hidden motives; However, Allison remained an enigma: careful, calm and never willing to lay all her cards on the table.

She was no fool either.

A formal visit to his grandmother was not yet necessary.

As long as I could find a way into their world, there were countless ways to unearth the truths I sought.

You are too modest, Miss Clarke.

Kellan's voice was still even, though the warmth of his skin lingered on his fingertips, and before he knew it, his fingers curled slightly.

I keep any deal I make, but earning my niece's approval doesn't.

It will be simple.

usually easy to win over

you'd prefer to order something

changed the conversation easily, his tone casual

consider it a token of gratitude for saving my

eyebrow, an amused glint in her

ship or the cave? His voice was playful, hinting at something else that

closer, closing the space between them enough to blur the line between

heat of

delicate, fluttered as if they brushed his

he could respond, she

broke eye contact, looking

heartbeat stopped for a moment, unaware of the way she was

had ever

course, within reason, he managed to

atmosphere dissipated as

the previous closeness evaporating

take it into

I'll be sure to call

Lloyd.

plucked a strand of hair from Kellan's shoulder, hiding it in the palm of her

her Cobweb, Kellan was about her age, and the timeline of her mother's death

grandmother's knowledge of perfumery was identical to what

they shared more than a business relationship, perhaps even

although still speculative,

no matter how implausible, was

then, a knock interrupted them, and Kellan's

Mr.

for a moment, the words stuck in his throat, when

notoriously distant with women, was unusually close to

between them was not businesslike, but

a moment, Sherman wondered what he

woman who had discovered Kellan's

tension between them seemed completely different, more familiar than he had ever