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.

how was class

eyes fixed on something unusual: Allison's lips, slightly swollen and shiny with

lips, the extra blush only

Rebecca raised an eyebrow.

Let it go.

like

You Grabbing Allison's arm, Rebecca

are you hiding?

.

.

bite, Allison said, quickly touching her lips in instinctive

so Allison took a quick sip of the ice water, smoothly shifting

taught a talented

and he nailed my

a surgeon's, but she's so wrapped up in her own

than skill, it needs inspiration

well you recreate a landscape, it is still just an

soul, but I have a soft spot

and that is a

But we'll go slowly.

an eyebrow and asked: So you

You mean clues Nothing so

is leaving breadcrumbs for you

nonchalant, but then she

you knew Kellan

Rebecca blinked.

I had

truth is that

shirt buttoned all the way

necklace among so much formality? The design matches the

The craftsmanship is identical.

it

genuine shock

Allison had

at the Lloyd

You're kidding.