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.

reflection in the mirror, his

was as predictable as ever, not even bothering to switch up

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

upon a time, a thousand things competed for his attention,

strange calm had settled over him, like

to the surface, the first thought that flickered through his mind was of that beautiful yet

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

blissfully unaware

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

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

noticed something felt amiss with

bore an unusual redness, as if shadows had

frown creased her

mind, looking less like a mere toy and more like a bizarre artifact, especially with the assortment of tools

mind, it was the image of Allisons cold,

really are a puzzle wrapped in an 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

the Burned 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

like that fateful night on the yacht, they were

tinged with urgency,

of him

initially wanted to gather more clues but was left momentarily

that Kellan was merely human with

women; instead, he turned to a mannequin

they both understood such things werent

wave of awkwardness and quickly shifted

wrong enough; watching someone

was in the prime of