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

Allison grabbed him by the tie, pulling

in that fiery exchange,

what both They craved.

Nice tie, Mr.

Allison mocked, her voice light but full

replied softly, sliding his hand

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

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

synchronized movement, they leaned toward him and their lips collided with the force

was

was deliberate, a silent challenge woven into

was willing to

tension sparking like two

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

beings in one.

escaped between them, neither willing to give

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

thrill of

wills, this intoxicating rivalry, rumbled through

it reached the underground parking

faint

with a

parted, as if the searing exchange had been nothing more than a

car, casually

if nothing

Goodbye, Mr.

she said over her shoulder, her tone calm

second glance, she walked away, leaving him

she walked away, so easily, reminded Kellan of someone who gets dressed and leaves after the act: cold and distant, as if the moment had never had any real