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

at the last second? No… Im just not in

quiet, nearly lost beneath

hed made

Yet, she didnt leave.

him, reaching for a

in the mood, why not talk

love hearing stories, especially with

him, the oppressive gloom that

happened,

wasnt one to go back on

truth spills out more easily over a drink, and

asked, taking a small sip and raising her glass to clink

sound in the room was the

in a voice that was uncharacteristically gentle and tinged with self-mocking humor, Kellan replied, I asked him to investigate something for me… about

was a flash of

caught the

it was a vendetta, she

of me, Kellan suddenly answered,

gaze fixed on the ceiling as if staring at

for my birthday, he wouldnt have been foolish enough to be deceived… and Lorna wouldnt have had to watch him die… He

he was stupid? Trusting me like that? As he laughed,

caught in her

seen this side of Kellan

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

And yet, he laughed.

brother an idiot, even as his eyes grew red

like a knife with a broken blade still sharp, still deadly,

fingers tightened around

evaporated,

felt like to lose