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.

Its really

know how

reach you,

turned her head and

almost flawless someone else might have

cut straight

its not

air between them

comic company, back when

been her

together in Leswington, and though theyd gotten along well enough, Allison wasnt

wanted to hear him

Onyx sighed.

wont lie

inspiration did come from the drafts you left

when you disappeared, I thought something mustve

your hard work to go to

my touch, and… well, here

and added, I never imagined it

were talented, but wow, Hedwig, you really outdid

sincerity in his eyes, the ease in his

raised an eyebrow, her voice

you put your name on it? That wiped the smile off Onyxs face, if only

didnt want your identity

a

right? Before she could respond,

mean, sure, the foundation was yours, but I spent

creation now,

signed it as

had clawed his way through ten years of anonymity in Leswington, producing work that