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

could respond, Rebecca's sharp eyes fixed on something unusual: Allison's lips, slightly swollen and shiny

red lips, the extra blush only made her more

Rebecca raised an eyebrow.

Let it go.

lips don't look like that

You Grabbing Allison's arm, Rebecca

on, what are you

.

.

touching her lips

Allison took a quick sip of the ice

I taught a talented

demonstration and

firm as a surgeon's, but she's so wrapped up in

more than skill,

how well you recreate a landscape, it

lacks soul, but I

and that is a difficult path

But we'll go slowly.

of pottery, raised an eyebrow and

mean

one is leaving breadcrumbs for you

was nonchalant, but then

Kellan wears a

Rebecca blinked.

I had never

that

the way up,

a necklace among so much formality? The design matches the snake bracelet my mother left me,

The craftsmanship is identical.

it

widened, genuine

long Allison had been

at the Lloyd

You're kidding.