Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 226: Half a month later, Kellan called Allison.

Ms.

Clarke, any chance youre free to come over for dinner at my villa? Allison, busy typing at her computer, sighed helplessly.

Shouldnt I be the one inviting you? After all, he had taken a knife for her.

Its because of Lorna, Kellans deep voice replied through the line.

She said she misses you.

In truth, during the past half-month while recovering, Kellan had been quietly yearning to see her again.

The longing, like an ever-tightening knot, had become almost unbearable.

Allison replied, Alright, once I wrap up this work, Ill swing by.

She didnt think twice about it and quickly agreed.

Meanwhile, Kellans young niece, Lorna, lay on his lap, intently studying the bandage that wrapped his healing wound.

Every slight prod from her tiny fingers sent a sharp pain through him.

Floyd, standing nearby with a gentle smile, quipped, Lorna, sweetheart, you shouldnt touch his injury.

Despite the words, he didnt move to stop her.

Some part of him found an odd satisfaction in watching Kellan wince in pain.

Its fine, it doesnt hurt, Kellan murmured, gently patting her head.

Though the pain was real, he would never let it show.

His affection for the little girl ran deep, far deeper than the discomfort she unintentionally caused him.

The old butler, Jim, watching this, chuckled softly before scooping Lorna into his arms.

Mr.

Lloyd, Ill take Lorna to rest.

her gaze finally landing on Kellan with visible

her expression was a far cry from

shift

Lornas demeanor over just a few short weeks caught

the girl, beamed warmly

Ms.

here, sir! Allison

meal and

emotions like

gave the order

here, we

adjusted his glasses, his

having to put a temporary hold on Lornas pottery lessons this past

work that it could

get back

starts interacting more with the outside world, she might come

progress and feel more motivated

a brow and shrugged

I dont mind.

Besides, Mr.

so… Allison couldnt help but

I really cant complain.

curiosity in Lornas eyes, like a flower slowly blooming in

remained silent, her improvement was

perfect, doll-like demeanor had softened,

voice, low and

couldnt possibly withhold your wages,

Clarke.

regret in his eyes as they shifted toward

a buried emotion, but one she easily

added, While we cant promise that shell start speaking, healing the

in his

trauma, but its clear

only way to heal is to

hurt her

hesitated, choosing his

was a

re-enacting the traumatic event