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

prefer to

conversation easily, his tone

it a token

an amused

cave? His voice

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

the heat of

long and delicate, fluttered as if they brushed his

she

instinctively broke eye contact, looking

for a moment, unaware of the way she was disconcerting

had ever

within reason, he managed

atmosphere dissipated as

the previous

take

have any problems, I'll be sure to call

Lloyd.

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

age, and the timeline of her mother's death suspiciously coincided with the disappearance of

knowledge of perfumery was identical to

they shared

still speculative, left her

matter how implausible, was worth

then, a knock interrupted them, and Kellan's assistant entered

Mr.

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

with women, was unusually close

was not businesslike, but

wondered what

the same woman who had discovered

completely different,