Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 212: Inside the quiet lounge, Kellan carefully applied ointment to Allisons wound with a pair of tweezers, his gaze unwavering.

Ive told you before that you can leave these matters to me.

That wasnt just a polite remark, he murmured, his voice low and measured, each movement precise.

So, Ms.

Clarke, if you ever encounter another madman like that, dont worry about what the media or anyone at the company might say.

Ill handle it.

Getting hurt over something like this isnt worth it.

If Sherman hadnt called him earlier, Kellan would still be buried in paperwork.

But as soon as he heard that Devin had caused trouble again, he didnt hesitate to step in.

He had to.

No one had expected Devin to be carrying a switchblade.

But Allison seemed indifferent, brushing it off with a slight shrug.

Its just a small cut, Mr.

Lloyd.

No need to worry.

Kellans jaw tightened.

Yes… Luckily, it is just a small cut.

He couldnt let the fear and frustration show on his face.

Everything had happened so quickly.

One wrong move, and Allison would have been… He cut the thought short.

If Floyd hadnt intervened when he did, that knife could have pierced her heart.

Is it really necessary to put on medicine for such a tiny scrape? Allison asked lightly, propping her chin on her hand.

I think youre overreacting.

Isnt that going a bit far? Despite her teasing, she watched intently as Kellan reached for the gauze with

who usually wore such a cold

necessary, he said quietly, lifting his gaze briefly

seems you never take

of something passed over his face as he wrapped her wound with deliberate

his calm exterior, turmoil

legs, the truth he

was time to

bandaging was done, Allison withdrew her

better

Thank you, Mr.

Lloyd.

the door swung open,

at the sight of Allison smiling, chatting,

time he had seen her

and a shadow of loneliness crossed

Kellan and Allison.

naturally, his quiet

perfectly attuned to each other, as if

as though

so intimate that it almost seemed wrong to

around the door handle, but he

Im coming in.

gentle smile returned as he addressed

doesnt look too serious, but since Im a doctor, why dont I take over the bandaging? He stepped forward, already reaching into the medical kit

wheelchair slightly, just enough to block Floyds

companys first-aid kit may be basic, but these scissors are quite

wouldnt be good if

doctors hands are

Let me handle it.

intensity in Kellans gaze carried

shifted, tension

Floyds smile slowly faded.

appreciate your concern,

unlike amateurs,

what Im

eyes locked in a silent clash, a standoff of

glasses caught the light, reflecting a faint gleam, while Kellans presence