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

Chapter 408: Allison propped her chin on her hand, her smile teasing.

Not to mention, I was the first one to figure out who you were on that track.

The moonlight had been faint that night, but shed clearly seen the red mole on his throat, his unmistakable mark.

And? Kellan asked.

Well, as the first person to reveal your identity, dont you think I deserve a reward? Allison grinned, leaning into the playful banter.

Kellan didnt even blink.

You do.

Anything I have, its yours.

His dark eyes held hers, deep and unfathomable, pulling her in like a black hole she couldnt escape.

Allison was briefly stunned, caught off guard by how easily he said it.

Her gaze drifted to his hair, and before she could stop herself, she blinked and said, In that case, Id like to see you with your hair tied up.

Moments later, Allison found herself sitting cross-legged on the floor, her gaze level with the man seated in front of her.

The scene felt strangely intimate.

Mr.

Lloyd, are you absolutely sure you want me to style your hair? she asked again, hesitant to believe that Kellan had really insisted on such a bizarre request.

She couldnt believe Kellan had actually agreed to this outrageous idea.

He had specifically requested her to be the one to style his hair.

His usual composed expression didnt falter.

Im sure, he said, as if this were the most natural thing in the world.

I trust your taste.

Keep reading on gαℓησv????????s․com Allison hesitated for a moment, then began.

Her slender fingers slipped through his hair, slowly and smoothly.

It was just a simple touch, but to Kellan, it felt like sparks running along his scalp.

The unexpected intimacy of it made his back stiffen, though he tried to hide it.

It was just hair, after all, but every slight movement of her fingers sent a tingle down his spine.

Allison, however, didnt notice.

Relax, Mr.

Lloyd.

Ive got a great style in mind for you, she said with a mischievous smile, concentrating on the back of his head.

As she worked, ideas flitted through her mind.

She toyed with different styles, but the soft texture of his hair made the decision for her.

She decided to pull it into a playful ponytail at the top.

Didnt think your hair would be this soft, Allison muttered under her breath, almost more to herself than to him.

Kellans hair felt unexpectedly silky, like running her fingers through a puppys fur.

She had assumed mens hair would be rough, wiry even.

But no.

Despite his stoic and distant exterior, his hair was soft, smooth, and almost soothing to touch.

The minutes passed in comfortable silence as Kellan remained stillalmost too cooperative, like a model sitting for a portrait.

All done.

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