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 a

the last second? No… Im just not

nearly lost

thought hed

Yet, she didnt leave.

beside him,

not in the mood, why

love hearing

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

didnt know what had happened,

shed try, and she wasnt one

say the truth spills out more easily over a drink, and Kellan, always guarded and suspicious, might just let something slip

something to you? she asked, taking a

moment, the only sound in the room was the soft clinking of their

uncharacteristically gentle and tinged with self-mocking humor, Kellan replied, I asked him to investigate something for me… about what really happened to my idiot brother on the Burned

but there was a flash of something dangerous in

the

said it was a vendetta,

of me, Kellan

fixed on the ceiling as

have had to watch him die… He chuckled, the sound dry and hoarse, as if recalling

he laughed, the

caught in

never seen this

of his brothers death, his entire body radiated an unmistakable murderous intent resentment so thick it could

And yet, he laughed.

laughed while calling his brother an idiot, even as his

like a knife with a broken blade still sharp, still

tightened around her

casual demeanor shed maintained evaporated, replaced by something colder,

it felt like to lose a loved one because