Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 183: Allison remained still, listening as the silence on the other end of the phone stretched awkwardly before breaking.

Hoyts stirring up trouble again.

Looks like hes gearing up to pull the same stunt as last time with that aphrodisiac probably planning to shove some woman into your bed.

Kellans expression turned to ice.

Of course he is.

The guys always up to something underhanded.

The never-ending web of schemes and manipulations from these pests grated on his nerves.

His voice dropped, thick with irritation.

If hes so set on ruining my name, he can be the first to pay the price.

Get some reporters there gossip journalists love a scandal.

Lets make sure his dirty laundry gets a proper airing.

After all, hes desperate to be acknowledged as a real Lloyd, right? Lets show the world what that looks like.

Kellans tone sharpened with a cruel edge.

He wants attention? Ill give it to him.

Got it, came the subordinates quick response, already knowing exactly how to proceed with Kellans coldly efficient plan.

The call ended abruptly, and the room plunged into an uncomfortable silence.

his reflection in the mirror,

not even bothering to

fall for the same trick twice? In moments like this,

time, a thousand things competed for his attention, leaving him in a

since Allison had stepped into his life, a strange

the first thought that flickered through his mind was of that beautiful yet perilous

as he silently whispered her name, the syllables hanging in the air like

unaware

could only make out the silhouette of him rising slowly, heading toward a silicone

a striking physique, with broad shoulders and a tapering waist, the smooth contours

Allison noticed something felt amiss

of his eyes bore

creased

her mind, looking less like a mere toy and more like a bizarre artifact, especially with the assortment of tools lining the wall, crafting a scene that was

of Kellans mind, it was the image

an enigma, he muttered under his breath,

strand tugging at the strings of his heart like a marionette caught in a

striking red-bottomed high heels she wore in the Burned Islands they lingered in his thoughts, a fantasy of her stepping on him with those slender heels, looking down from her lofty perch, then crushing him

they were

low, controlled gasp, tinged

side of him that Allison had never

initially wanted to gather more

realization dawned upon her that Kellan was

didnt pursue women; instead, he

adults, they both understood such things werent entirely

an unusual wave of awkwardness and quickly shifted her

phone call felt wrong enough; watching someone engage in

the prime of