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.

hated the feeling, that raging

fanned the embers of something primal. Instinctively,

could execute without hesitation. But

he did, Allison would hate

were sinking into ice.

was tearing

His heart was so cold that he could place it in a

plans with him, Ms. Clarke?”

met his dark 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.

He met Kellan’s gaze.

the

lines, he was saying, “Back

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

let go of