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,

him by the tie, pulling him forward

eyes met again and, in that fiery exchange, neither

what both They craved.

Nice tie, Mr.

her voice light but full

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

gazes intertwined and, in that fraction of a second, it

intensity of the moment hitting him like

they leaned toward him and their lips collided with the

kiss was searing, fierce,

one was deliberate, a silent challenge

them was

combined tension sparking like

on his tie tightened, almost taking his breath away, while Kellan's fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her closer as if he intended to melt their

beings in one.

whistle escaped between them, neither willing

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

thrill of battle held them

of wills, this intoxicating rivalry, rumbled through their veins, resonating

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

the faint aroma of

opened with a

they parted, as if the

headed toward her car, casually

as if nothing had

Goodbye, Mr.

her shoulder, her tone calm and

she walked away, leaving him standing in

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