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.

at his reflection in the mirror, his mind wandering

predictable as ever, not even bothering to switch

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

things competed for his attention, leaving

into his life, a strange calm had settled

that

dark eyes deepened as he silently whispered her name, the syllables hanging in

blissfully unaware

heading toward a silicone mannequin tucked away in

always boasted a striking physique, with broad shoulders and a tapering waist, the smooth contours of his muscles becoming increasingly evident with each fluid movement he

Allison noticed something felt amiss

labored, and the edges of his eyes bore an unusual redness, as if shadows had

frown creased her

looking less like a mere toy and more like a bizarre artifact, especially with

mind, it was the image of Allisons

really are a puzzle wrapped in an enigma, he muttered under his breath, his body igniting

strand tugging at the strings of his heart like

his thoughts, a fantasy of

the yacht, they were intertwined in a way that left no room for

low, controlled gasp, tinged

a side of him

had initially wanted to gather more clues but was left

Kellan was

instead, he turned to a mannequin

adults, they both understood

wave of awkwardness and quickly shifted her

wrong enough; watching someone engage in such activities was

the prime