Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 148: Onyx initially assumed the person approaching was just another overeager fan trying to cut in line.

He never imagined hed run into an old acquaintance, least of all Hedwig now known as Allison whom he thought hed never see again.

Allisons eyes glimmered with a half-smile.

Funny running into you here, she said.

Yeah, haha! Small world, huh? Why dont we step into the lounge? Its too hectic out here.

Onyxs usual bravado slipped slightly, though he quickly masked it.

Standing, he barked a few instructions to the nearby staff.

Ive got something urgent to handle.

Take over for me, he said, giving the crowd a quick bow.

Apologies, everyone.

Ive got to step out, but feel free to enjoy the refreshments on me.

Ill be back shortly.

He led Allison toward the lounge, heart pounding as he silently prayed she wouldnt cause a scene.

Meanwhile, her eyes scanned the room, taking in the familiar sketches plastered on the walls.

Seeing her work displayed like this work that had been taken without so much as a thank you was laughably absurd.

Each poster bore traces of the sketches she had poured herself into years ago.

Onyx, desperate to play the role of an old buddy, grinned from ear to ear.

wow! Its

how worried

I couldnt reach you, I thought

head and glanced at

was almost flawless someone else might have

straight

its not

air between them

side at a comic company, back when Allison

had been her

and though theyd gotten along

hear him squirm

Onyx sighed.

I wont lie

did come from the drafts

when you disappeared, I thought something

want your hard

built on your sketches, added my touch, and… well, here

added, I never imagined it

but

sincerity in his eyes, the ease

Allison raised an eyebrow, her

did you put your name on it? That wiped the smile

spotlight, right? You didnt want your

just a

right? Before she could respond, he pushed

was yours, but I spent countless hours reworking

creation

why I signed it

his way through ten years of anonymity