Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 347: When Kellan spoke of his family, the usual coldness in his expression seemed to soften, tinged with a quiet loneliness.

So, theres no need to pay any attention to Jims nonsense, he said.

This isnt an engagement token meant for a future wife; its nothing but a jest.

You shouldnt feel burdened by it.

But in truth, after surviving countless trials and narrowly escaping death together, Kellan felt that the only thing of real value he could offer Allison was this necklace.

Though Allison didnt lack wealth, the necklace held sentimental value, deeply tied to her mother.

Allison frowned slightly.

I cant Before she could finish, Kellan pushed the box back toward her, resolute.

Its better if you hold onto it for now, Ms.

Clarke, he insisted.

You can give it back once youve found your mother.

In reality, Kellans mother had indeed intended this necklace for his future wife.

It was far from a simple jest.

Kellans gaze shifted to Allisons slender neck, and for a moment, he imagined her wearing the necklace.

Had it not been for her, he might have been blown to pieces by the criminals explosives.

The necklace seemed like the only fitting token of gratitude he could offer her.

Nearby, Gordon leaned back with his arms crossed, a playful grin on his face.

Tsk, if Mr.

why not hand it over to

why not ask your mother for one? You! Gordons

born, and his father and stepmother

between them, Allison sighed, her frown

of you,

words, the

men, previously on the verge of conflict, fell

hold onto the necklace for now, Allison said, tucking

clues, Ill return it to

tone was firm, and she added, Its getting late, no need to wait

rarely drank to excess, even on long

Cobweb, and she had no intention of lingering

face, half-hidden in shadow,

to rain tonight,

Clarke.

Dont forget an umbrella.

Alright.

then she watched as Kellan

finally gone, Gordons mood

working late; you must be

chef to prepare a meal at the top floor suite, and of

a private room where you can

great lengths to prepare for their meeting, especially since it was his first time alone with

for such

regarding Cobweb to

was more on business than personal

that Gordons so-called private room was far more than just a secluded space; it was a lavish penthouse suite, decorated in alternating shades of

was already set with an array of exquisite dishes, and a few slender white candles flickered softly beside it,

this dim, flickering light, the distant view of the