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.

as the doors began to close, Kellan suddenly stood

at the same moment, Allison grabbed him by the

that fiery exchange,

what both They craved.

Nice tie, Mr.

mocked, her voice

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

a second, it was as if their souls were exposed, raw

intensity of

a synchronized movement, they leaned toward him and

was searing, fierce,

chaotic encounter, this one was deliberate, a silent challenge

of them was willing to

fighting for control, their combined tension sparking like two swords

tie tightened, almost taking his breath away, while Kellan's fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her closer as if

beings in one.

low, tense whistle escaped between them, neither willing to give

like a thunderstorm, a chess game in which one wrong move could mean total

the thrill of battle held

rumbled through their veins, resonating

elevator descended rapidly, it reached the underground parking lot,

with the faint aroma

doors opened with a

had come together, they parted, as if the searing exchange had been nothing more than

headed toward her car, casually turning

if nothing

Goodbye, Mr.

her shoulder, her tone

walked away, leaving him

reminded Kellan of someone who gets dressed and leaves after the act: cold and distant, as if the moment had never had