Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 89: Kellan's face remained as neutral as a clear sky, but the subtle tension in his fingers betrayed the storm brewing beneath his calm exterior.

He hadn't expected Allison's response to be even more flippant than his own.

.

Without the slightest hint of embarrassment or discomfort, he commented nonchalantly: It doesn't count.

That night Let's just say that your performance didn't exactly impress me.

Her gaze darkened, the memory of the measly tip left on the nightstand passing through her mind like a bitter aftertaste.

Allison's head rose slowly, her eyes crossing and At that moment, a spark ignited between them, so intense that it seemed as if the air was charged with an invisible lightning bolt.

Kellan's pulse quickened and his voice lowered.

You let me make it up to you.

His words dripped with defiance.

His response was disdainful, mixed with amusement.

No, thanks.

Missed opportunities don't knock twice.

If you screw up once, you're done for.

I don't give second chances.

The elevator doors opened with a soft chime and they both entered.

For a moment, silence filled the space, heavy with unspoken words.

the doors began to close, Kellan

the same moment, Allison grabbed him

eyes met again and, in that fiery exchange, neither of them

what both They craved.

Nice tie, Mr.

Allison mocked, her voice light but

are prettier, Miss Clarke, he replied softly, sliding his hand behind her

of a second, it was as if their

in his chest, the intensity

synchronized movement, they leaned toward him and their lips collided with the force

kiss was searing,

one was deliberate, a silent

of them was willing to

tension sparking like two swords

breath away, while Kellan's fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her closer as if he

beings in one.

escaped between them, neither willing to

crackled like a thunderstorm, a chess game in which

thrill of battle

rivalry, rumbled through

rapidly, it reached the underground parking lot, bringing a cool rush of

with the faint aroma

with a

quickly as they had come together, they parted, as if the searing

headed toward her car, casually turning the keys

if nothing had

Goodbye, Mr.

said over her shoulder, her tone calm

glance, she walked away,

of someone who gets dressed and leaves after the