Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 489:

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The dismissal was cold and final. Kellan had initially thought to use Carole, to test how Allison would react to his attention. But instead, Kellan found himself tangled in his own emotions, growing hurt with each passing moment. What Carole had meant as casual banter had turned out to be a grave miscalculation.

The only thing keeping her from outright expulsion was a debt: her family’s past kindness to Kellan’s grandmother. That, and that alone, prevented him from severing ties entirely.

“Kellan, I told my dad I’d meet you at the café. If I go back now, he’ll definitely give me hell.”

Carole’s face paled as the thought crossed her mind. Her father’s punishments weren’t just discipline—they were a form of torment. If she didn’t manage to make things work with Kellan, she knew the brutal consequences that awaited her.

To make matters worse, there were curious eyes all around, watching her and Kellan, likely gossiping about their interactions and expecting some kind of chemistry.

the café was a good sign, perhaps even a step forward. Now, though, she couldn’t shake the

tinged with desperation. “I didn’t sleep well,

finish, Gordon laughed, a cool

at the café, I don’t see why I can’t have a date with Allison here,” he said, the faintest hint of mockery in his tone. “Besides, the things Allison and I discuss aren’t

words dripped with thinly veiled hostility, wrapped up

glass. “That’s exactly what I want to say. When I’m speaking with Ms. Clarke, I’d appreciate it if you refrained from interrupting. Otherwise, I’ll

and his smile only grew colder. “Oh,

chatter of patrons faded,

chill in the air, the weight of the hostility thick

until now that she realized what was happening. These two weren’t just talking—they were sizing each other up, each vying

Allison sat quietly, her gaze steady and impassive, as if she were above the brewing

met both of their eyes with a cool, unflinching stare.