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

man was as predictable as ever, not

the same trick twice? In moments

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

strange calm

back to the surface, the first thought that flickered

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

blissfully unaware of Kellans

him rising slowly, heading toward a silicone mannequin tucked away in the

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

noticed something felt amiss with

his eyes bore an

creased

and more like a bizarre artifact, especially with the assortment of tools lining the wall, crafting a scene

the image of Allisons cold, unyielding

really are a puzzle wrapped in an enigma, he muttered

dancing in the breeze, each strand tugging at the strings of his heart like a marionette caught in a

fantasy of her stepping

like that fateful night on the yacht, they were

a low, controlled gasp, tinged with urgency,

was a side of him that Allison had

to gather more clues but was left momentarily

realization dawned upon her that Kellan

that Kellan didnt pursue women; instead, he turned to a mannequin to fulfill

they both understood such

an unusual wave of awkwardness and quickly shifted her

phone call felt wrong enough; watching someone engage in such activities

the prime