Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 332: As Kellan rose from his seat, his movements appeared deceptively casual, as though he were simply wiping away the condensation from the table.

But in reality, he held Allisons wrist from above, his whisper brushing against her ear like the murmur of an intimate lover.

Three hours ago, the water in the tub overflowed just like this, he murmured.

His voice, deep and magnetic, carried a calmness that masked something far more dangerous beneath the surface.

Didnt it? he added, wiping her fingertips slowly.

The handkerchief he used quickly absorbed the crystal-clear droplets clinging to her skin.

Allisons fingers were cool and damp, and her pulse quickened under his touch.

His voice softened further, and the warmth of his breath against her ear sent a shiver down her spine.

There was something about hima perfect contradiction between his aloof demeanor and the seductive power he exuded, like a rogue scholar.

He raised her fingers to his lips.

Ms.

Clarke, when you stepped out of the bathroom earlier, drenched like that, it was quite a sight.

Her heart pounded, the sound almost deafening in her ears.

Not far away, under the soft glow of the lights, Ferdinand lingered, oblivious to the tension crackling in the air.

He could approach at any moment.

What had begun as a tease now danced on the edge of something much more incendiary.

Allison tried to pull away, her voice strained.

I… forget it.

Kellan leaned in, capturing her fingertips with a

from the restrained brush of lips on her skin

felt his lips engulfing her fingers, the warmth of his tongue tracing

was a brief sting, followed by a slick,

Thats alright.

can remember it now, he whispered, his voice low and intimate,

her fingertips, a blush crept across

threatened to give

over her skin, sticky and warm, conjured images of him

the air around them thick with forbidden

away the remnants of tea from her fingertips, leaving no

the

holding a box of tea with a beaming smile,

a bit for you and

Clarke.

Ferdinands voice was light, but there

set up more opportunities like

but his suggestion held more than one meaningit

of a good friend was something

instance, the ball is just about

have any needs, feel

genuine

however, was more than a casual offer; it was a subtle scheme to pair Kellan and Allison together, for the joy of

psychology, saying, Of course, if you find yourself as uninterested in balls as

Ms.

and I will indeed

demeanor unruffled as he looked up, masking any turbulence

away the tea-stained handkerchief, and

in advance, and it would be

clearly directed

he let on, replied, Alright,