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

me,” he said, his voice firm. He grabbed her wrist and pinned it gently but firmly against the

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overwhelmed. It wasn’t until Kellan finally slowed down that Allison cupped his

me check your injury,” she said softly, her tone

so forceful that the metallic scent of blood now hung in the air. Kellan couldn’t keep

admitted, “Looks like

and the room lit up instantly. Inside, shelves

end up this badly hurt?” Allison asked, her voice tinged with worry. She 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