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

grabbed him by the tie, pulling

and, in that fiery exchange, neither of them needed to

what both They craved.

Nice tie, Mr.

her voice light but full

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

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

in his chest, the intensity of the moment hitting

leaned toward him and their lips collided with the force

was searing, fierce,

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

them was

their combined tension sparking like two swords

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

beings in one.

whistle escaped between them, neither

connection between them crackled like a thunderstorm, a chess

thrill of battle

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

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

with the faint aroma

with a soft

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

casually turning the keys between

as if nothing had

Goodbye, Mr.

shoulder, her

second glance, she walked away, leaving

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