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

prefer to order

the conversation easily, his tone casual but

do, consider it a token of gratitude for saving my life that

eyebrow, an

the cave? His voice was

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

heat of

eyelashes, long and delicate, fluttered as if they brushed his mind, leaving a subtle

he could respond, she added: So,

contact, looking

for a moment, unaware

had ever

reason, he

charged atmosphere dissipated

took a step back, the

take it

any problems, I'll be sure to call you

Lloyd.

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

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

perfumery was identical

that they shared more

thought, although still

any clue, no matter how implausible, was worth

knock interrupted them, and Kellan's assistant entered

Mr.

a moment, the words stuck in his throat, when the sight before him made him

notoriously distant with

them was

wondered what he was

the same woman who had

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