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.

the mirror, his mind wandering to

predictable as ever, not

he truly think he would fall for the same trick twice? In moments

a thousand things competed for his attention, leaving

ever since Allison had stepped into his life, a strange calm had settled over him, like the

the surface, the first thought that

deepened as he silently whispered her name,

blissfully unaware of

of him rising slowly, heading toward a silicone

waist, the smooth contours of his muscles becoming increasingly evident with each fluid movement

Allison noticed something felt amiss with

edges of his eyes bore an unusual redness, as if shadows had taken

frown creased her

transforming in her mind, looking less like a mere toy and more like a bizarre artifact, especially with the assortment

the image of Allisons cold, unyielding face that

wrapped in an enigma, he muttered

closed his eyes, imagining Allisons hair dancing in the breeze, each strand tugging at the strings of his heart like a marionette

his thoughts, a fantasy of her stepping

that fateful night on the yacht, they were intertwined in a way that left no

gasp, tinged with urgency,

of him that Allison had

initially wanted to gather more clues but was left

her that Kellan

instead, he

understood such things werent entirely

unusual wave of awkwardness and quickly shifted her

wrong enough; watching someone engage in such

in the