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.

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

but kept

savored the unusual calm until Allison rose to go. Kellan, breaking the silence, said, “You know, Ms. Clarke, the mysteries

lips. “Funny. I’ve been wondering

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said nothing, his eyes narrowing

both laughed, sharing

relationship had always been a challenge, a game of uncovering each other’s secrets,

new sides to you, Ms. Clarke,” Kellan remarked,

shirt was slightly unbuttoned, revealing a glimpse of

in the dim light as he

do you think

Allison’s hair as she gave a casual

Mr. Lloyd. Nothing surprising