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

wheelchair and, at the same moment, Allison grabbed him by

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

what both They craved.

Nice tie, Mr.

Allison mocked, her voice light but full

eyes are prettier, Miss Clarke, he replied softly, sliding his hand behind her neck as she grabbed his

in that fraction of a second, it was as if their souls were exposed,

in his chest, the intensity of the moment hitting him like

a synchronized movement, they leaned toward him and their lips

kiss was searing, fierce,

encounter, this one was deliberate, a silent challenge woven into every

was willing to give

combined tension sparking like two swords locked in

away, while Kellan's fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her closer as if he intended to melt their

beings in one.

between them,

a chess game in which one wrong move

thrill of battle held

of wills, this intoxicating rivalry, rumbled through

underground parking lot, bringing a cool rush of

with the faint

opened with a

together, they parted, as if

toward her car, casually turning

as if nothing had

Goodbye, Mr.

said over her shoulder,

she walked away, leaving him standing

someone who gets dressed and leaves after the act: cold and distant,