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

Chapter 33: Emanuel, with an apron snugly tied around his waist and cooking sleeves rolled up, marched out wielding a cleaver like an old warrior ready for battle.

His glare was fixed on Colton, seething with fury.

Who taught you to run your mouth like that? Some ill-mannered creature comes in here and thinks they can make a scene? Get out! Now! In his younger days, Emanuels fiery reputation was the stuff of legends.

He had once gotten into a fistfight with a fellow artist over a disagreement on ceramics right in front of the media, no less.

Even now, well into his sixties, that same fire still burned fiercely within him.

And when it came to Allison, his protective instincts flared up like a bonfire.

After all, he had persuaded her to visit, and now this arrogant fool dared to cause trouble under his roof! Careful, Emanuel, Allison said, rushing to support him, sensing the danger in his rising anger.

He was no spring chicken, and the last thing she wanted was for him to push himself too far.

Dont you worry, he barked.

No one bullies you in my house.

Youre too soft.

You should go slap him! And if his parents were here, Id slap them too! His temper hadnt cooled one bit as he spoke.

Melany, realizing she was in the presence of the legendary pottery master, nervously took a few steps back.

Emanuel waving that cleaver around only added to her panic.

Hurriedly, she pulled out an invitation from her bag, hoping to calm the situation.

Sir, please, lets not escalate things.

This is all for the sake of your good name, she said in her most innocent tone, flashing a strained smile.

We just won this pottery exchange slot at auction, and we came here out of admiration for you.

But in the heat of an argument with Colton, Allison… she, well, slipped up and claimed to be your teacher.

Melanys voice wavered, a mix of meekness and caution.

She was upset, and while it was disrespectful, she didnt mean it.

Emanuel cut her off sharply.

Allison didnt slip up.

She really is my teacher.

Your escape is on g Ɐ ln σ ν???? ????s․com He stood tall, pride brimming in his voice.

It took me three long days and nights to get her to reveal her secret techniques.

Melanys smile faltered, stretching thin.

You must be joking… Who do you think you are? Emanuel shot back, his voice thunderous.

Doubting me? Get out! And let me tell you something later, Ill have a word with that auction house.

So what if theyre rolling in money? Theyre letting just anyone in these days! Colton and Melany stood frozen, their faces a mix of disbelief and humiliation.

Emanuels claim had struck them dumb, and Allisons calm demeanor only made the sting worse.

Willing to gamble but not face the consequences? Wheres your honor? Allisons eyes sparkled with amusement as she mocked them, her voice steady and unyielding, like a mountain.

The tension hung thick in the air, neither side willing to back down.

Mr.

Welsh, I respect your talent, Melany began again, her voice rising as she noticed more people gathering outside the door.

But that doesnt mean you can deceive everyone.

Colton knows Allison inside and out.

Besides, all of this is just hearsay.

Melany let out a resigned sigh.

It might sound tough, but thats the reality of the situation.

As she finished speaking, a few people strolled into the yard, bearing gifts.

Whos making all this racket and bothering Mr.

Welsh? The newcomers shook hands with Emanuel respectfully, one by one, before casting cold, dismissive glances at Melany and Colton, clearly regarding them as pretentious intruders.

Its all because someones out to smear Mr.

Welshs good name, Melany said, catching sight of the new arrivals and feeling a sense of relief wash over her.

After all, creating a bit of chaos in a crowd was her specialty.

Mrs.

Clarke claims shes Mr.

Welshs teacher.

Emanuel grumbled, Thats the way it is, plain and simple! Its not up for debate! The newcomers exchanged surprised glances, their skepticism evident as they scrutinized Allison.

Despite her striking appearance, the assertion that she was Emanuels teacher seemed far-fetched.

Just as one of them was about to voice his doubts, another quickly tugged at his sleeve, signaling him to keep quiet.

This person figured Emanuel was steadfast in his defense of the young woman, but it seemed that this farce might have crossed the line.

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