Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 861:

“I don’t care,” he murmured.

Kellan’s dark eyes held a depth that seemed as endless and mysterious as the night sky. In the dark room, their quiet words of love seemed to draw them closer, like an unbreakable bond. The faint, lingering scent in the room made it harder for him to hold back. Without hesitation, Kellan kissed her again, carrying her to the bed.

Leaning down, he began unfastening his shirt, the movement slow and deliberate. Their kisses grew more passionate gradually, each one leaving them breathless.

Allison could sense his growing possessiveness, each moment more intense than the last, as if he were afraid that she would vanish into thin air the next moment. It felt as though he wanted to consume her entirely, leaving nothing untouched. Caught in their passionate embrace, she noticed a faint dampness on Kellan’s neck.

Something didn’t feel right. Turning her head, she glanced toward his collar. “Wait…” she started to say.

Kellan refused to

focus on me,” he said, his voice firm. He grabbed her wrist and pinned it gently

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check your injury,” she said softly, her tone filled with

rough movements had been so forceful that the metallic scent of blood now hung in the

he admitted, “Looks like

slot, and the room lit up instantly. Inside, shelves were stocked with medical supplies

carefully slipped his shirt halfway off, exposing his upper body. His sculpted muscles spoke of strength and raw intensity, carrying an untamed edge. But Allison’s eyes weren’t drawn to his form. Her attention stayed on the nasty graze across his back. Her brows furrowed as she