Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 938:

The way Gordon always addressed her with such obvious affection had always rubbed Kellan the wrong way.

Still, he reminded himself that Gordon had known Allison much longer than he had.

“His father’s the mayor. If he finds out Gordon came to Fleeingland, he’ll probably blow a fuse,” Kellan said. “Places like Devil Island have always had a bad reputation. It’s the kind of thing that could really tarnish a politician’s image.”

Allison took a slow sip of her coffee, her expression thoughtful. “Still, I don’t know if it’s just me, but Gordon doesn’t seem bothered by his father’s control this time,” she remarked. In the past, Gordon had always rebelled whenever his family tried to rein him in.

But now, he seemed unusually willing to comply.

“Maybe he feels like he needs to go back and have a conversation with his father,” Kellan replied, his tone clearly uninterested in the topic of Gordon.

drifted from Allison’s eyes to her lips. Her rosy lips looked more captivating

“Don’t move.” Still holding the coffee bag

away the tiny drop of moisture lingering at the corner

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a little mess

leaned in close to Allison. Nearby, the crowd hummed with activity while Kellan carefully wiped away a tiny coffee stain on her with the

running along his strong hands became strikingly visible. Allison, who had been lost moments earlier in a

and turn heads even in a stampede. His features were sharp, his lips just faintly pursed. The collar of his shirt

there were his eyes—deep, magnetic, and impossible

“You—”

fleeting, almost teasing kiss. It wasn’t the kind of kiss one