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.

and Allison stiffen,

Kellans veins, pushing him closer to the edge of

know your place, Kellan said coldly,

youre too slow,

switch is almost

again, everyone seamlessly

a reply, the crowd swept him away, pulling him far

hanging in the

Kellan held on to Allison, moving

her back to the shadowy perimeter of the

lighting was more unpredictable here, the dimness punctuated

Kellan leaned down and

hand, hot and firm, pressed against her, making it feel like there was

with a tinge of frustration

an unmistakable sense of danger in

declaration that he

was claiming her space,

head back, breaking free for a moment,

now, it would undoubtedly send ripples through the gossip

no desire to become the subject

So, they pulled apart.

on her lips, like an

murmured her

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

as though the music itself had carried his words

his dark eyes burning with a new

his

into nothing more than a joke in

her

to dance with

voice tight with tension,

was offering her a

he had left, dangling