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.

made both Kellan and Allison stiffen, their bodies going rigid

a thrill surging through Kellans veins, pushing him closer to the edge

your place, Kellan said coldly, his voice low

too slow, he added,

switch

floor was alive again, everyone

the crowd swept him away,

words were left hanging

out of sight, Kellan held on to Allison, moving in sync with the

her back to the shadowy

more unpredictable here, the

Kellan leaned down

against her, making it feel

mixing with a tinge of frustration at how easily he let go

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

declaration that he had

felt like he was claiming her

for a moment,

a glimpse of them now, it would undoubtedly

had no desire to become the subject of scandalous

So, they pulled apart.

on her lips, like an imprint that

murmured her

of a song were

the music itself had carried

his dark eyes burning with a new

blinked, his

self-restraint had crumbled into

her hand, taking a small step

to

tight with

was offering

was the last thread of control he had left, dangling precariously before