Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 342: At the ball, the classical music began to swell, its soft notes flowing through the grand hall like a rivers current.

As the lights shifted from a warm golden hue to a shimmering sparkle, many attendees found their feet tapping, instinctively moving to the rhythm.

Can you dance? Kellan asked, his tone casual yet curious.

I did learn a long time ago, Allison replied with a playful smile.

But Im a little rusty now.

You might need to be patient with me, Mr.

Lloyd.

When she had been stranded on that deserted island, skills like dancing had seemed necessary only for the success of covert missions.

But now, here she was, at a ballher first time experiencing such an event in this lavish setting.

Allison lifted her gaze, taking in the splendor of the ballroom.

The skirts of the women twirled and fluttered like butterflies in mid-flight, their graceful arcs accentuating the champagne tower set on a floor gleaming with jade and agate.

It was a scene steeped in opulence, almost intoxicating in its extravagance.

No need to worry, Kellan responded slowly.

Im no expert myself.

Well keep things simple.

Youre not concerned Ill make a fool of you? Allison teased, her eyes gleaming mischievously.

It doesnt matter.

fools of

toward her, forgoing the

a ball was an event to be enjoyed, not a stage

type to surrender easily, nor did she need

the pleasure of this dance? Kellans voice was smooth, deep,

placed her hand on his shoulder, her lips

Yes.

she had been

was only fitting to

there was something

begun, Allison hadnt spotted Floyd or

now, she could relax a little, sharing idle conversation

Mr.

seen Floyd and Gordon? Her words, however, hung unanswered

Ms.

with me, its bad form

dark eyes held an

waist, accentuated by a well-tailored suit, exuded a sense

hands was

music is about

his hand pressed slightly

lights dimmed and brightened

pop, accelerating the

back, but Kellans strong palm

she confessed, finding the

Kellan held her

ago, you didnt seem to mind the pace, he murmured, his voice so low that it

His warm breath brushed against

was doing