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.

stared at his reflection in the mirror,

as ever, not

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

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

ever since Allison had stepped into his life, a strange calm had

those feelings bubbled back to the surface, the first thought that flickered through his mind

as he silently whispered her name,

blissfully unaware

make out the silhouette of him rising slowly, heading toward a silicone mannequin tucked away in

and a tapering waist, the smooth contours of his muscles becoming increasingly evident with

something felt amiss with

labored, and the edges of his eyes bore an unusual

creased

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

recesses of Kellans mind, it was the image of Allisons cold,

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

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 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

like that fateful night on the yacht, they were

a low, controlled gasp, tinged with urgency, slipped from

him that

wanted to gather more clues but was left momentarily

that Kellan

women; instead, he turned to a mannequin to fulfill his

understood such things werent

unusual wave of awkwardness and quickly shifted

a phone call felt wrong enough; watching someone

was in the prime