Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine Read Online Free

Chapter 1240: "Ms. Clarke, these are professional sportswear sets provided by our Royal Golf Course. You are welcome to use them at any time." A waiter presented two neatly folded outfits with a polished smile.

"If you require anything else, please don't hesitate to ask. We will do everything we can to assist you." His practiced smile remained as he spoke.

Years of service were etched into his demeanor. It wasn't every day that he encountered a black card holder. If a wealthy client like Allison managed a hole-in-one, the rewards would be astronomical. Moreover, clients of her status received exclusive service - waitstaff assigned solely to them, ensuring that their every need was met.

Allison accepted the clothing with a nod. "You can leave now. I'll call if I need anything." "Yes, ma'am."

As soon as he disappeared, Allison and Kellan began changing into the sportswear, opting for a more relaxed look to blend in with their surroundings.

With a swift motion, Allison rolled up her sleeves.

"The receptionist mentioned that the people we're looking for are on the ninth course - the most exclusive area."

She bit down on her red hair tie and gathered her long, wavy locks into a ponytail. The sheer volume made it a task, requiring more effort than she had anticipated.

"The distributors aren't just anyone. They're in a league of their own. Few people ever get the privilege of sharing the course with them." Kellan stepped behind her, his hands deftly gathering her hair. His fingers grazed her scalp as he smoothly secured it into a ponytail.

"This just proves that the man values his privacy. He doesn't like to be disturbed." His voice was soft, measured. "Which is exactly why his love for golf is our way in."

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Allison couldn't see Kellan's expression since he was behind her. She could only feel the faint sensation of his fingertips brushing against her skin, sending a shiver down her spine.

The way he leaned in sent a different kind of warmth through her. His breath ghosted over her neck, and the air between them thickened. His breath was heated, almost sensual. It was enticing. It felt like a spark igniting a flame of desire.

Allison and Kellan had shared many intimate moments before. They had made love at all hours of the day and night, each time more passionate than the last.

She'd once heard someone say that the longer you were with someone, the more the feelings faded, the desires dwindled. But she found that Kellan wasn't like that. He seemed to be fueled by an ever-growing passion, like someone discovering a new obsession. Even a simple touch from her would stir something deep within him.

Now, standing behind her, Kellan cupped her chin in his hand, guiding her face toward the mirror.

"Allison, I wasn't a part of your past, but from now on, you'll never be alone."

"Well, Mr. Lloyd, why are you saying this all of a sudden?"

"Because I know there are less than ten black card holders at the Royal Golf Course. I happen to know them all." Kellan kissed her earlobe softly. Then he trailed his lips down her shoulder, kissing her neck.

"Your card was given to you by a wealthy man years ago, correct? Before he passed, he mentioned a very special agent who saved his life. Today, I realized it was you."

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