Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 304: At that moment, a sharp knock echoed through the door.

Kellan raised an eyebrow and asked, Whats going on? Im just checking in on you, Kellan.

You didnt drink too much and make a scene, did you? Ferdinands voice rang out, casual as ever.

Sherman asked Ms.

Clarke to go and comfort you.

But three hours have passed now.

Are you two still talking heart-to-heart? The moment Kellan spoke, Ferdinand relaxed.

He knew Kellan was fine.

The charity banquet has wrapped up.

Theyre gearing up for a dance and an auction later.

Should I call them off for you? Ferdinand offered.

But Kellans tone was firm as he replied, his voice hoarse, No need.

Ill head over in a bit.

Ferdinands instincts kicked in.

Something felt off, but he quickly brushed it aside.

After all, Kellan was notorious for keeping a safe distance from women; he probably hadnt even learned how to kiss! A brief silence hung in the air before Kellan asked, Is there anything else? It was his subtle way of telling Ferdinand to leave.

Ferdinand shrugged, feigning exasperation.

kicking me out already? I guess I picked the wrong

I go, theres something important you need

was used to Kellans frosty demeanor but couldnt help

his buddies now that he was wrapped up

Colton and Melany are here

your face at the event, youll

well that Allison wasnt fond of Colton and Melany, so he gave Kellan

thought they were on the

mirror, took a sip of warm water before continuing coldly, But even if theyre here, it

wont be

her ex-husband, irritably tugging

like bad pennies that just keep

hands up in

I say? This is a charity

I cant just pick and choose

Its public, after all.

to be on the up

paused for

and Hoyts

someone keeping an

follows him like a shadow,

Kellans expression hardened.

show his face? Ferdinand yawned,

Dont sweat it.

is on high

youll

been his private affair, he wouldnt have let those troublemakers through the door, but since it was a charity event,

Allison was unfazed.

grown indifferent to those loathsome figures, who seemed to linger

asked, Are Floyd and Gordon still there?