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 drew him

mused

hadnt expected to be connected to him before they

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

had already crossed through

been other near-misses, like the Perfumery Competition, where

small moments had led them here, like

caught herself, mocking her

destiny

years of being entangled with him, it had

the thought,

around? I need to finish the pottery

the mention of his niece,

rains been relentless, and thunderstorms hit a

Lornas been having

but now… shes locked herself in the closet

fingers tightened around the newspaper

countless specialists over the years, nothing had

He felt helpless.

medication, Kellan continued, his

trauma from her

Recovery will take time.

heart tightened at the mention

the connection between the rain and

her to the MDH Research

earn Kellans trust by helping his niece, perhaps it would also pave the way

so, she might uncover more clues about her mothers

drummed absently on his

Ive already contacted them.

my migraines, but theyre fully booked for

Theyre not accepting non-members.

at her, his

you have a

Clarke, Ill owe you.

you need,

off with a slight

need for

Lloyd.

just a

She paused.