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

expected to be connected to

streets of Velonia, the capital of Leswington, Kellan had stumbled across one of her comics without realizing it

had already crossed through

Perfumery Competition, where theyd passed by each

these small moments had led them here, like fate weaving their lives

then Allison caught herself, mocking her own

once believed in destiny when

being entangled with him, it

off the thought,

need to

his niece, Kellans expression

rains been relentless, and thunderstorms hit a while

Lornas been

locked herself in the closet again, refusing to eat

tightened around the newspaper in his

countless specialists over the years,

He felt helpless.

medication, Kellan

from her past… it

Recovery will take time.

at the mention of

the rain and Lornas trauma, she had grown fond of the talented

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

if she could earn Kellans trust by helping his niece, perhaps it would also pave

doing so, she might uncover more clues about

fingers drummed absently on

Ive already contacted them.

for my migraines, but theyre

Theyre not accepting non-members.

at her, his

have a

Clarke, Ill owe you.

need, name

waved him off with a

for that,

Lloyd.

just a small

She paused.