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

Chapter 290: Moreover, this isnt your fault at all.

Its my people who neglected to shield the gown from moisture, so theres no need for you to apologize or compensate, Kellan said calmly, his gaze steady as it met hers.

And that purple fishtail dress looks absolutely stunning on you.

Thank you, Mr.

Lloyd.

Allison returned his gaze, taking in his appearance.

He wore a sharply tailored white shirt paired with a simple dark tie, exuding a cool, composed demeanor.

His style was minimalist yet elegant, embodying a quiet sophistication.

Kellan radiated an air of noble elegance, his broad shoulders and narrow waist giving him the look of a natural model.

He could effortlessly pull off any outfit with an ease that seemed almost unfair.

The plush blazer Allison wore was reportedly custom-made by a renowned designer, and it carried a faint trace of his scent.

It was a fresh, calming aroma, reminiscent of wild grass and open fields.

But in that moment, a stronger smell of alcohol began to permeate the air around them.

Do you catch that scent? Allison asked, her brow furrowing with concern.

The smell of vodka, Kellan replied, a hint of alertness creeping into his tone.

Someones coming our way.

It wasnt just the fragrance of spirits that was troubling; there was a subtle rustling sound nearby, adding to the unease.

Kellans voice dropped.

Its probably just a guest.

After all, the charity gala was populated with influential figures, and the refreshing sea breeze made the spot where Allison stood a perfect place to unwind.

Every tale finds a home at gⱯlnσν????ℓs․com Just as he finished his sentence, a figure emerged in the distance.

Looks like we have company, came a relaxed voice.

Allison squinted at the newcomer.

The bright lights from the nearby buildings made it hard to distinguish at first, but as the figure approached, she could make out a tall man dressed in a white suit, casually holding a glass of vodka.

The upper half of his face was hidden by a black mask, adding an intriguing air of mystery.

Yet, the details he revealed hinted at a natural elegance laced with arrogance.

His sparkling sapphire cufflinks, designed by a world-class artisan, caught the light as he moved.

With tousled hair cascading over his shoulders, he looked carefree, even a bit unruly.

Under the moonlight, Allison noticed an androgynous quality to his features.

You dont mind if I join you for some fresh air, do you? the young man asked, making himself comfortable right in front of Allison without waiting for an invitation.

Its nice to finally meet you.

Im glad to see you here.

He flashed a grin that revealed two sharp canine teeth, extending his hand toward Allison while completely ignoring Kellan standing beside her.

You know me, Allison said, not taking his hand.

Given the way he had appeared, she wondered how long he had been lurking, as neither she nor Kellan had sensed his presence.

Maintaining her smile, a growing wariness stirred within her.

She had always been vigilant, and the fact that she hadnt noticed this man meant he was far from ordinary.

What unsettled her most was how oddly familiar his voice sounded, as if she had heard it somewhere before.

But she was certain that she had never met him.

Of course I know you, he said with a smirk.

At her response, the young mans expression shifted slightly to one of forlorn disappointment.

Particularly upon noticing Kellan beside her, he seemed even more unsettled.

He tossed his vodka aside, his gaze returning to Allison.

Ive been searching for you for a long time.

Kellan instantly positioned himself between them, his body acting as a solid barrier.

Ms.

Clarke is my companion.

I believe you may have mistaken her identity or perhaps indulged a bit too much, Kellan stated, his dark eyes glinting coldly.

The gala is about to begin, so if you would excuse us.

With that, Kellan grasped Allisons wrist, intending to lead her away.

After all, the gala was populated by notable attendees, but that didnt mean they could forget their manners.

Allison was taken by surprise.

As Kellan held her wrist, she felt the warmth of his grip, while his aura remained icy and forbidding.

He appeared quite intimidating now.

The young man frowned at the scene.

Kellan, is she someone you can just touch? He recognized both of them.

Hearing this, Allison felt a little hesitant, her unease intensifying.

She focused intently on the young mans face.

Who exactly are you? .

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