Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 201: As the evening rush hour descended and dusk painted the sky, Kellan drove, acutely aware of the peculiar silence that enveloped them, likely a byproduct of the restaurants atmosphere.

He seized a moment to send a quick text to Sherman: Dont forget to throw a wrench in the server.

After hitting send, he put his phone away and, donning a calm mask, casually asked, Ms.

Clarke, when did you first meet Dr.

Pierce? He seems to have quite the grasp on your little habits.

Allison, unreserved and candid, responded without hesitation, I met him ages ago.

He once pursued me, but I turned him down.

He deserves someone better.

Rolling down the window, she welcomed the cool night breeze, letting it sweep over her.

Kellan felt his mood lift at her words, the earlier annoyance melting away.

You deserve better too, Ms.

Clarke, he said gently.

He tapped his fingers lightly on the steering wheel before asking, almost casually, But tell me, what sort of man do you fancy, Ms.

Clarke? Allison stared at the passing cars, her voice almost blending with the evening air.

A man in a black suit, aloof and reserved, preferably with slightly wavy hair and a small mole on his Adams apple.

She tossed her wind-tousled hair, putting on a serious act.

And he should have layers; thats what really spices things up.

at first, but as she continued describing her ideal man, an unsettling feeling

the mole and layers, he instinctively glanced over at her, only to find her beaming with a radiant

laughing at

her smile lighting up the dim evening

heart racing, as he grappled

Ms.

certainly know how to keep things lively, he managed, his heart

company, Allison swiftly tackled the

to send

call in

Information security is paramount.

that she could

she slowly added, But this network intrusion didnt stem

purpose; theres probably a mole within

the previous team hadnt been entirely cleared out and might be up to their old

unfazed, casting a discreet

out a pack of corporate

must be some stragglers still

bullets but held onto his

Mr.

Lloyd, Ms.

Clarke, dont worry.

matter that needs

be

particularly

Shermans expression

Kellan, Sherman reluctantly closed his eyes and echoed, Yes, those traitors are truly despicable! He couldnt help but grind his teeth

decisions had become increasingly

Sherman in late at night, only for Sherman to be

Kellan slipped on his