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, his mind wandering to Hoyts

predictable as ever, not even

he would fall for the same trick twice? In moments like this, Kellans thoughts

thousand things competed for his attention, leaving him in a constant state

had stepped into his life, a strange calm had settled over him, like

bubbled back to the surface, the first thought that

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

unaware of Kellans

slowly, heading toward a silicone mannequin tucked away

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

something felt amiss

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

frown creased her

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

in the recesses of Kellans mind, it was the image

enigma, he muttered under his breath, his body igniting with

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

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

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

tinged with urgency,

a side of him that Allison

more clues but was left momentarily

Kellan was merely human with his

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

both understood such things werent

wave of awkwardness and quickly

call felt wrong enough; watching someone engage in such activities

in the prime of his