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.

Her rosy lips looked

throat tightened, and he murmured, “Don’t move.” Still holding the coffee bag in one hand,

deliberate slowness, he reached out and gently wiped away the tiny drop of moisture lingering

more

a little mess

Nearby, the crowd hummed with activity while Kellan carefully wiped away a tiny coffee stain on

on him, it held an almost disarming allure—especially when he was this close. The fine veins running along his strong hands became strikingly visible. Allison, who had been lost moments earlier in a tangle of thoughts about Gordon, instinctively turned her gaze to

even in a stampede. His features were sharp, his lips just faintly pursed. The collar of his shirt was buttoned all the

there were his eyes—deep, magnetic, and

“You—”

his lips against hers in a fleeting, almost teasing kiss. It wasn’t the kind of