Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 90: Allison looked at Kellan through the rearview mirror, her thoughts spiraling like smoke rising into the air.

His kissing skills had surprised her, although she hadn't analyzed the moment beyond its natural intensity.

The kiss had simply seemed.

.

.

appropriate, an impulsive reaction to the charged atmosphere between them.

The DNA test had already confirmed that they were not blood relatives, but the strange attraction she felt towards him, that deep connection that stirred her soul, was undeniable.

She was neither naive nor inexperienced in matters of the heart.

Not at all.

He knew Kellan felt something too: it was in his eyes, in the warmth of his touch.

What it was, however, remained elusive, like trying to catch fog in your hands.

However, getting closer to him would certainly give him easier access to his grandmother.

He has moves, I admit.

“But why is he wasting away in that wheelchair,” Allison muttered as she drove the car.

Kellan showed the world a cold, indifferent mask, but that kiss - so full of passion, so skillfully delivered - revealed an undercurrent of fire that he had kept hidden.

Remembering that fleeting kiss, full of raw, almost destructive energy, he He realized that they had been on the verge of burning together.

Beneath their calm appearances lay a mutual madness ready to explode.

It was what made Kellan so irresistibly captivating: cold and collected on the outside, but dangerously unhinged on the inside.

How could someone like that like pottery? The idea amused her, because the idea of ​​someone as intense as Kellan giving herself over to such a meticulous and serene art form seemed almost comical.

When she arrived home, Rebecca greeted her at the door with a glass of ice water and the face illuminated by curiosity.

darling, how was class today? Some little monster

on something unusual: Allison's lips, slightly swollen and shiny with a faint

lips, the extra blush only made her more

Rebecca raised an eyebrow.

Let it go.

look like that for

arm, Rebecca continued, her

are

.

.

said, quickly touching her

buying it, so Allison took a quick sip

taught a talented

only needed one demonstration and he nailed my technique

she's so wrapped up

art requires more than skill, it

never really felt nature, no matter how well you recreate a landscape, it is still

soul, but I have a soft spot for

is

But we'll go slowly.

ins and outs of pottery, raised an eyebrow and asked: So you

You mean clues Nothing

is leaving breadcrumbs for you to

nonchalant, but then she dropped the

Kellan wears a

Rebecca blinked.

necklace No, I

is that it

always wore the collar of his shirt buttoned all the way up, looking like something

think of looking for a necklace among so much formality? The design

The craftsmanship is identical.

it

widened, genuine

how long Allison had

the Lloyd mansion was

You're kidding.