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

her so close to Gordon, laughing softly and talking in low tones, fanned the embers

could execute without hesitation. But

did, Allison would

though it were sinking into ice. He felt cold,

was tearing him

feel this way? His heart was

plans with him, Ms. Clarke?” he

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.

working hours, and Allison has the right to her

lines, he was saying, “Back off. It’s none of

twirled a petal between his fingers, each slow turn

about to let go of what