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

the restrained

fingers, the warmth of his tongue tracing a

followed

Thats alright.

voice low and intimate, meant for her ears

lips moved over her fingertips, a blush

legs threatened to give out

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

around them

licked away the remnants of tea from her fingertips,

actions flirted with the edges of propriety, as if they

Ferdinand approached, holding a box of tea with a beaming smile, unaware

Ive done quite a

Clarke.

me half of this box of tea? Ferdinands voice was light, but there was a playful hint in his

can set up more

love of tea was well known, but his suggestion held more than one meaningit was an unspoken offer

a good friend was something

is

you two have any needs, feel free

had a genuine fondness

casual offer; it was a subtle scheme to pair

balls as ever, I can always go tell… But before he could finish his thought, he

Ms.

indeed be

chair, his demeanor unruffled as

tea-stained handkerchief, and everything seemed

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

was clearly directed

knowing more than he let on, replied,