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.

the feeling, that raging possessiveness that

laughing softly and talking in low tones, fanned the embers of something primal. Instinctively, he considered a dozen ways to

mind—methods he could execute without hesitation.

he did, Allison

heart felt as though it were sinking into ice. He

was tearing

was so

him, Ms. Clarke?”

himself squarely in front of her, drawing a subtle line between them. “Mr. Lloyd,

He met Kellan’s gaze.

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

“Back off. It’s none

fingers, each slow turn

let go of