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 that rose

the embers of something primal. Instinctively,

he could execute without hesitation. But he knew he

Allison would hate him

were sinking into ice. He

was tearing

feel this way? His heart was so cold

with him, Ms. Clarke?” he asked, struggling to keep his tone

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

He met Kellan’s gaze.

hours, and Allison has the right to her own

he was saying, “Back off. It’s none

petal between his fingers, each slow turn of his hand

let