Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 162: Allison hadnt anticipated Kellans sharp eye for detail.

The comics he identified were from years ago.

Even Garry had struggled to be certain, yet Kellan seemed unwavering in his confidence as he pinpointed them with ease.

Still, Allison saw no reason to conceal such a trivial matter.

Yes, those are mine, she replied casually.

Just some old sketches from my time in Leswington.

Kellan paused, momentarily stunned, before responding, So, Ms.

Clarke, youre actually Hedwig.

Allison raised an eyebrow.

Mr.

Lloyd, I didnt expect you to know about that, let alone have read my works.

It was a coincidence, Kellan said, his voice softening.

During the Perfumery Competition in Leswington, I came across your comics.

They were… comforting, warm.

I even thought about tracking you down.

His expression remained unreadable, but the emotions in his words were unmistakable.

I searched for the artist for so long, never realizing it was you, right in front of me all this time.

His voice, deep and resonant like the low notes of a violin, lingered in the air.

As he spoke, he seemed lost in reflection, recalling the tangled history that had first brought them together by accident a one-night stand that had evolved into something far more complex.

The more he learned about Allison, the more he realized how many secrets she harbored.

What intrigued him most, though, was how similar their souls seemed to be.

Pottery.

Comics.

her drew him

coincidence, Allison mused with a

to be connected to him before they

years ago, on the streets of Velonia, the capital of Leswington, Kellan had stumbled

had already crossed

other near-misses, like the Perfumery Competition, where theyd passed by each other,

these small moments had led them

herself,

destiny when it came

being entangled with him, it had all ended

the thought, Allison

need to finish the pottery

of his

rains been relentless, and thunderstorms hit

been

she improved, but now… shes locked herself in the closet again, refusing to eat

the newspaper in

countless specialists over the years, nothing

He felt helpless.

medication, Kellan continued, his voice

from her past… it runs

Recovery will take time.

heart tightened at the

and Lornas trauma, she

not take her to the MDH Research Institute abroad?

she could earn Kellans trust by helping his niece, perhaps it

she might uncover

drummed absently on

Ive already contacted them.

my migraines, but

Theyre not accepting non-members.

her, his gaze

you have a

Clarke, Ill owe you.

need,

off with a slight

for

Lloyd.

a small

She paused.