Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 445:

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Kellan sat close behind Allison, close enough to catch the subtle scent of her hair.

The wind howled past their ears, filling their senses with a rush of freedom.

Behind them, Colton stood watching, his face unreadable, dark eyes following them into the distance.

Half an hour later, at a quiet stop on a mountain road, Allison sipped from a bottle of water.

“How are you feeling?” she asked, looking out over the vast landscape, lights from nearby houses twinkling below.

The peaceful scene brought back memories of her childhood when she used to envy other kids who had places they called home.

“Not bad,” Kellan replied, his face giving little away, though his tousled hair told a different story—wind-swept and wild, a stark contrast to his usually composed appearance.

that moment, he looked like Turbo shaking off the dust of the track, stripped of his

but kept her thoughts to

breaking the silence, said, “You know, Ms. Clarke,

turned, a smirk playing on her lips. “Funny.

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said nothing, his

sharing

challenge, a game of uncovering each other’s

to you, Ms. Clarke,” Kellan remarked,

revealing a glimpse of

his wristwatch flickered in the dim light as he

do you think you’re

Allison’s hair as she gave a

have plenty of layers, Mr.