Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 487:

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Allison was sitting with him now.

Feeling a spark of satisfaction, Gordon leaned in closer, lowering his voice. “By the way, those men I dealt with? They’re some of the remnants from the Burned Islands — those who escaped last time.”

“The Mafia?” Allison murmured. “Looks like they’re keeping an eye on us.”

From an outsider’s perspective, the way they sat together, their heads nearly touching, looked almost intimate. Their quiet conversation blended into the crowd’s hum, leaving their connection a mystery to onlookers. In the shadows, Carole watched them with quiet astonishment.

Gordon’s name carried a certain reputation — a rebel, a figure long avoided by people. But here he was, his tone softened, and his posture casual beside Allison. Then there was Kellan.

His gaze hardened, fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white, the muffled crack of bones the only sound betraying his boiling frustration.

He watched them like a hungry hawk. He couldn’t bear the sight.

feeling, that raging possessiveness

fanned the

could execute without hesitation.

Allison would

heart felt as though it were sinking into ice.

was tearing

Why did he feel this way? His heart was so cold that he

Clarke?” he asked, struggling to keep his tone

eyes, her gaze steady and calm. But before she could respond, Gordon shifted, positioning himself squarely in front of her, drawing a subtle line between them. “Mr. Lloyd, I think

He met Kellan’s gaze.

not working hours, and Allison has the right to her own time. Need I remind

“Back off.

petal between his fingers, each slow turn of his hand a silent

about to let go of