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.

doors began to close,

and, at the same moment, Allison grabbed him by the tie, pulling him forward

eyes met again and, in that fiery exchange, neither of them needed to speak to know

what both They craved.

Nice tie, Mr.

voice light but

are prettier, Miss Clarke, he replied softly, sliding his

and, in that fraction of a second, it was as if their

the intensity of

and their lips

kiss was searing,

this one was deliberate, a silent challenge woven into every

of them was

fighting for control, their combined tension sparking like

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

beings in one.

escaped between

between them crackled like a thunderstorm, a chess game in which one

thrill of battle held them

intoxicating rivalry, rumbled through their

underground parking lot, bringing a cool rush

the faint aroma of

opened with a

as if the searing exchange had been nothing more than a

her car, casually turning the

if nothing had

Goodbye, Mr.

over her shoulder, her tone

she walked away, leaving him standing

easily, reminded Kellan of someone who gets dressed and leaves after the act: cold and distant, as if the moment had