Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 343: Allison had every intention of rattling Kellans calm facade.

We need to pick up the pace, she insisted, her voice cutting through the rhythm of the music.

Under the dim, flickering lights at the far edge of the dance floor, their movements felt awkward, as if the very air around them was pushing against them.

Her hand, once resting innocently on his shoulder, slid slowly down to the small of his back.

Mr.

Lloyd, youre falling behind, she teased, her tone daring.

In that moment, it was clear Allison was in charge.

Kellan leaned forward just as she looked up.

Their faces drew so close that her lips nearly grazed his chin.

There was a faint fragrance in the air between them, something like wildflowers mingling with gardenias.

Kellan caught a whiff of it, wondering if it was merely the scent of alcohol blending with the heady tension in the room.

The spot where Allison touched him stirred something in Kellan, a place where the slightest pressure sparked sensitivity.

He tightened his grip on her hand, his chest rising and falling more heavily as he tried to suppress the urge to draw in a sharp breath.

As the music swelled to its crescendo, the dancers around them began switching partners, a fleeting change in tempo.

Allison, there you are! Gordons voice cut through, his entrance as effortless as the beat of the music.

He glided toward them, his movements graceful, half of his face obscured by a black feathered mask.

His joy was palpable, evident in the sparkle of his bright, clear eyes.

It radiated a bold, exuberant energy.

But Kellan refused to let go of Allisons hand.

of Gordon made both Kellan and Allison stiffen, their bodies going rigid for

veins, pushing

Kellan said coldly,

too slow,

partner switch is

alive again, everyone seamlessly exchanging partners as the music

a reply, the crowd swept him away, pulling him

left hanging in the

held on to Allison, moving in sync with

to the shadowy perimeter of the dance

more unpredictable here, the dimness punctuated

down and

firm, pressed against her, making it feel like

mixing with a tinge of frustration

mind? There was something reckless about him tonight, and an unmistakable sense of danger in the air, something that clung to him like a second

that he had no

felt like he was claiming her

back, breaking free for a moment, then pushed gently against

of them now, it would undoubtedly send ripples through

had no desire to become the subject of

So, they pulled apart.

the remnants of the kiss lingered on her lips, like an

murmured her

voice was thick and gravelly, as if the last notes of a song were hanging

the music itself had carried

admit it, Ive lost, he confessed, his dark

blinked, his

had crumbled into nothing more than a joke

her hand, taking

you want to dance

his voice tight with tension, theres

offering her a

had left,