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.

in, capturing her fingertips with

restrained brush

her fingers, the warmth of his tongue tracing a slow path against her

sting, followed by a slick, tingling

Thats alright.

whispered, his voice

over her fingertips, a blush crept across Kellans

legs threatened to

of his tongue sliding over her skin, sticky and warm, conjured images of him in the bathroom, his head buried against

the air around them thick with

remnants of tea from

the edges of propriety, as if

holding a box of tea with a beaming smile, unaware of the

quite a bit for you

Clarke.

tea? Ferdinands voice was light, but

set up more opportunities like this for

tea was well known, but his suggestion held more than one meaningit was an

a good friend

instance, the ball is just about to kick

have any needs,

a genuine fondness

subtle scheme to pair Kellan and Allison together, for the joy of a good friend held

into some reverse psychology, saying, Of course, if you find yourself as uninterested in balls as ever, I can

Ms.

I will indeed be

unruffled as he

tucked away the tea-stained handkerchief, and

all, the slots were booked well in advance, and it would be a hassle to ask the organizer

was clearly directed

replied, Alright, Ill take that as a