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

Chapter 359: Soon, both of them fell silent again, trying to preserve the peaceful atmosphere.

But then, a sudden sound disrupted the calm.

Meow! A chubby ginger cat squeezed through the small gap in the open sliding glass door that led to the backyard.

It seemed to have caught the scent of something delicious.

The cat padded over to Allison, rubbing against her leg before letting out another soft, complaining meowseemingly chastising her for eating alone.

Is this your cat? Kellan asked, raising an eyebrow.

Allisons face stiffened slightly at his question.

A flicker of somethingan unpleasant memory, perhapspassed through her eyes.

No.

Its probably a stray.

Her tone was calm and composed, but Kellan caught the subtle tension lacing her words.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, sensing that there was more to it than she was letting on.

Does it come around often for food? Kellan glanced at the plump ginger cat, amusement flickering in his eyes.

He couldnt quite understand how it had gotten so fat.

People around here are pretty well-off.

Cats are crafty, you know, wandering from one house to another.

Everyone gives it a little something delicious, and over time, it ballooned like this, Allison explained with a smile.

I dont know why it keeps showing up at my place, though.

Too bad for it, I dont have anything to offer.

Allisons busy life left little room for her to worry about feeding a stray cat.

She barely had time to sit down for a proper meal herself, let alone look after one.

????????t????st chαptєrs in g????lnovels.c???????? Kellans eyes lingered on Allison as she crouched down to pet the cat.

She wore a loose T-shirt, her head bent forward, revealing the delicate curve of her neck.

Her skin glowed soft and graceful in the morning light.

His gaze slipped lower.

Beneath her collarbone, he could see everything, as she wasnt wearing a bra.

Her figure was undeniably alluring.

He quickly shifted his gaze, his face remaining neutral.

Ms.

Clarke, you seemed a bit uneasy when I asked whether that was your cat.

Were you scratched by one when you were younger? He remembered seeing a half-empty bag of cat food in the front yard earlier.

It struck him as odd that she would buy food for a stray cat but barely have time to eat herself.

Clearly, she wasnt afraid of cats, so there had to be more to it.

She seemed to adore the cat, and she was competent.

She probably would have kept one for company.

No, it wasnt that.

I had a cat once, back when I was at the orphanage.

It died.

Her head was lowered, her hair falling to cover her face, hiding her expression.

She gave the cat a light pat and teasingly warned, You cant have any of my food, kitty.

Stick to your own.

Human foods too greasy and salty for you.

For a moment, she seemed lost in thought, her hand absently stroking her chin.

If you cut down, you might live a little longer.

Plus, you really need to shed a few pounds.

As soon as she finished speaking, she looked into the cats eyes, seemingly contemplating how to take the food away from its mouth.

Meow The cat protested, pawing at her leg, annoyed at being denied a share.

Kellan glanced at the dishes he had cooked, then back at Allison.

.

.

.