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.

not usually easy to win over

prefer to order

changed the conversation easily, his tone

token of gratitude

eyebrow, an amused glint in her

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

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

the heat of his

they brushed

she added: So,

broke eye contact, looking

a moment, unaware of the way

woman had ever

within reason, he

widened and the charged atmosphere dissipated as

a step back, the previous

will take it into

I'll be sure to call you first,

Lloyd.

of hair from Kellan's shoulder, hiding it in the palm

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

was identical to what her mother had

that they shared more than a business

still speculative, left

clue, no matter how implausible, was worth

them, and Kellan's assistant entered with a respectful

Mr.

the words stuck in his throat, when the sight before

notoriously distant with women, was

them was not

Sherman wondered what he

woman who had discovered

different,