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.

class today? Some little monster

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

the extra blush only made her

Rebecca raised an eyebrow.

Let it go.

look like

Allison's arm, Rebecca continued,

on, what are you hiding?

.

.

Allison said, quickly touching her lips

it, so Allison took a quick

taught

one demonstration and he nailed my technique

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

art requires more than skill, it needs inspiration from

really felt nature, no matter how well you recreate a landscape, it

soul, but I

is autistic, and that is a difficult path

But we'll go slowly.

pottery, raised an eyebrow and asked: So you went to the Lloyds'

You mean

breadcrumbs for

nonchalant, but then she dropped the

knew Kellan

Rebecca blinked.

No, I had

that it didn't surprise

all the way up, looking like something

necklace among so much formality? The design matches the snake bracelet my mother

The craftsmanship is identical.

says it

eyes widened, genuine shock

long Allison had been following leads about

this connection at the Lloyd mansion

You're kidding.