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.

out already? I guess I

go, theres something important you need to

Kellans frosty demeanor but

buddies now that he was wrapped up in

Colton and Melany are

to show your face at the event, youll likely bump into

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

they were on the no-fly

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

wont be anyones

her ex-husband, irritably tugging at his

are like bad pennies that just keep

his hands up in mock

I say? This is a charity

I cant just

Its public, after all.

to be on the up and

for

and Hoyts here

got someone keeping

him like a shadow, so

Kellans expression hardened.

show his face? Ferdinand

Dont sweat it.

is on

goes south, youll be the

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

Allison was unfazed.

long grown indifferent to those loathsome figures, who seemed to linger like a

stretched lazily, then seemed to remember something and asked, Are Floyd and Gordon still there? Yeah, but they dont seem to