Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 177: Allisons emotions shifted swiftly, her smile growing brighter, almost dazzling.

Because I couldnt bear to see you perish, Mr.

Lloyd.

Her voice was calm and light but carried an underlying meaning.

Kellans mind ignited as if fireworks were exploding behind his eyes.

His lips pressed into a thin line as he stared at her, her face reflected in his gaze.

Then, she continued, After all, we still need to get Lorna to the doctor.

Ah, so it was for Lorna, Kellan thought.

A cocktail of feelings swirled inside him, yet none could be fully grasped.

It was as if his heart was being teased by a thousand feathers, tickling his nerves.

He let out a low, self-mocking chuckle and said, I get it.

Their eyes met again, and despite their casual demeanor, Kellan could sense the emotional turmoil Allison was suppressing.

Kellan didnt want to admit it, but he didnt want anything bad to happen to her, and it wasnt just because she was part of the research institute and could be the key to fixing Lornas problems.

It wasnt that they had spent much time together, but it was clear how much Kellan cared for his little niece.

If the roles were reversed, Allison figured she would feel the same.

If someone had the means to cure a loved ones illness, who wouldnt be willing to go the extra mile? There wasnt anything particularly remarkable about that.

Pushing aside the chaotic emotions rising within her, Allison shifted gears smoothly.

what baffles me more

Blakely.

in the world, but professional hitmen for marketing? And a yacht

Mr.

far from

seeing the company you

with a

Ferdinands quite something.

a straightforward

regular folks like you arm themselves, he

Allisons eyes narrowed teasingly.

also carry guns and pretend to be disabled? The tension

despite this, they shared a

of one thing: she and

and lighthearted jabs, her mind continued to

far beyond the glitz of

for his military-grade yachts and teams of professionals? None

Kellan wasnt any different.

methods, his calculated approach, everything about him hinted at something darker, something more akin to the mafia

Allison propped her chin on her hand and asked, After all this, do you have any doubts about me? That

was steady

I trust you.

lips curved into a

the mischief dancing in her eyes and realized she

of irritation,

old Allison had always been so guarded, so burdened by the expectations

she seemed… free,

ways, he and Allison

they fought together, there was an unspoken understanding, an ease that came only

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