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.

easy to win over

you'd prefer to

changed the conversation easily, his

a token of gratitude for saving

an eyebrow, an

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

them enough to blur the line

the heat

if they brushed his mind, leaving a

respond, she

contact, looking to

for a moment, unaware of the way she was disconcerting

woman had ever

reason,

smile widened and the charged atmosphere

the previous closeness evaporating into

take it

I'll be sure to call

Lloyd.

strand of hair from Kellan's shoulder, hiding

information he'd given her Cobweb, Kellan was about her age, and the timeline of her mother's death suspiciously coincided

her grandmother's knowledge of perfumery was identical to what her mother

a small chance that they shared more than a

although still speculative, left her

matter how implausible,

interrupted them, and Kellan's assistant entered

Mr.

words stuck in his throat, when the sight before

with women, was unusually

was not

a moment, Sherman wondered what

woman who had discovered Kellan's

between them seemed completely different, more