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.

about her

Allison mused with

connected to him before

Velonia, the capital of Leswington, Kellan had stumbled across one of

already crossed

like the Perfumery Competition, where theyd passed by each other, masked

these small moments had led them here, like

then Allison caught herself,

once believed in destiny when it came

three years of being entangled with him, it had all ended

off the thought,

to finish the pottery we

mention of his niece, Kellans expression

been relentless, and thunderstorms hit a while

then, Lornas been

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

fingers tightened around the newspaper in his

countless specialists over the years,

He felt helpless.

medication, Kellan continued,

trauma from her past… it runs

Recovery will take time.

heart tightened at the mention

understand the connection between the rain and Lornas trauma, she had grown fond of the

a moment, she suggested, Why not take her to the MDH Research Institute abroad? They have

of concern for Lorna; if she could earn Kellans trust by helping his niece, perhaps it would

so, she might uncover more clues about her mothers

absently

Ive already contacted them.

was for my migraines, but theyre fully booked for the

Theyre not accepting non-members.

at her, his gaze

have a

Clarke, Ill owe you.

need,

off with

need for

Lloyd.

just a small

She paused.