Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 437:

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“Every artist has their own fingerprint — their unique style,” she said, her voice steady. “Earlier, I used a magnifying glass to study Mr. Gregory Lloyd’s brushstrokes. It’s all in the details, even the way his hand moved. That’s how I’ll finish it — exactly as he would have.”

Roderick practically beamed, his anticipation barely contained. “Ms. Clarke, I believe in your skills. I know you’ll pull this off. Let’s witness something remarkable.”

Even with all of Melany’s well-practiced charm, her mask slipped when she heard the praise. Something in her expression changed, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly. How could these old fools be so blind? She swallowed the bitterness rising in her throat.

Why did they have to fawn over Allison?

The jealousy on her face was bare for a fleeting moment, but she quickly smothered it with a saccharine smile. Leaning in, her voice soft as honey but laced with venom, she grasped Allison’s hand with a sudden, unsettling grip.

Mr. Astley is so confident in you, I’m sure you’ll succeed,” she cooed. “After all, you wouldn’t want to embarrass yourself in public, would

Allison’s best shot now felt like a high-stakes

If Allison made a mistake, she would let

glance. “Mrs.

your fiction

she twisted her wrist free from Melany’s grasp, but the

feeling entirely, a strong, masculine hand appeared before

it off,” he said, scrunching his face, holding out a crisp blue checkered

hesitation. “Thank you, Mr.

focusing on the places Melany had touched, as if scrubbing away an invisible stain. Her movements

her own palm, the pain sharp as her anger boiled over. She

eyes flicked between Allison and Kellan, something raw flickering in his gaze. If this had been any other setting, he might’ve demanded to know what was really going on between them. Since