Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 300: Youre drunk, Allison said softly, her brow creasing as she studied him.

Her mind flickered back to that night on the cruise the same wildness she now saw in him had surfaced back then too.

As Kellan leaned closer, the strong scent of tequila washed over her, scorching and intense.

Compared to the youthful, almost innocent demeanor of Gordon, Kellan exuded an unrelenting, mature authority.

I dont get drunk, Kellan murmured, his voice so low and rough that it was almost unrecognizable.

Yet despite his words, he was barely able to hold himself upright, half-slumped against the bed.

Tonight… tonight was a waste for you.

Allison shook her head.

She went over to the water dispenser, poured him a cup of warm water, and held it out to him.

Tonight was just for fun.

It doesnt matter if it was a waste or not.

Drink this water and sober up.

But Kellan ignored the offering.

He cracked open another bottle of liquor, taking several long swigs, his Adams apple bobbing with each gulp.

I thought I told Sherman to send you back… His voice, tinged with confusion, was softer than usual.

He didnt sound like the usual cold and aloof Mr.

Lloyd.

He sounded like… Kellan.

curved into

the banquet at the last second? No…

nearly lost

hed

Yet, she didnt leave.

him,

youre not in the mood, why not talk

to love hearing stories,

could feel the tension swirling around him, the oppressive gloom that seemed

she didnt know what had happened, she

wasnt one

out more easily over a drink, and Kellan, always guarded and suspicious, might just let something

taking a small sip and raising her glass

sound in the room was the soft clinking of their

to investigate something for me… about what really happened to my idiot brother on the Burned Islands all those years

there was a flash of something dangerous in his

the

remember you said it was a vendetta, she

of me, Kellan suddenly

his gaze fixed on the ceiling as if staring

been foolish enough to be deceived… and Lorna wouldnt have had to watch him die… He chuckled, the sound dry

think he was stupid? Trusting me like that? As he laughed, the corners of his eyes suddenly welled up

caught

had never seen this side of

entire body radiated an unmistakable murderous intent resentment so thick it could

And yet, he laughed.

an idiot, even as

knife with a broken blade still sharp, still deadly, but deeply

tightened around her

evaporated, replaced by something colder, more

all too well what it felt like