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

Chapter 445: Kellan sat close behind Allison, close enough to catch the subtle scent of her hair.

The wind howled past their ears, filling their senses with a rush of freedom.

Behind them, Colton stood watching, his face unreadable, dark eyes following them into the distance.

Half an hour later, at a quiet stop on a mountain road, Allison sipped from a bottle of water.

How are you feeling? she asked, looking out over the vast landscape, lights from nearby houses twinkling below.

The peaceful scene brought back memories of her childhood when she used to envy other kids who had places they called home.

Not bad, Kellan replied, his face giving little away, though his tousled hair told a different storywind-swept and wild, a stark contrast to his usually composed appearance.

At that moment, he looked like Turbo shaking off the dust of the track, stripped of his usual pretense.

Allison smirked but kept her thoughts to herself.

They savored the unusual calm until Allison rose to go.

Kellan, breaking the silence, said, You know, Ms.

Clarke, the mysteries around you keep me intrigued.

Allison turned, a smirk playing on her lips.

Funny.

Ive been wondering about your secrets too, Mr.

Lloyd.

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They both laughed, sharing a mutual understanding.

Their relationship had always been a challenge, a game of uncovering each others secrets, with no rules or finish line in sight.

Im always discovering new sides to you, Ms.

Clarke, Kellan remarked, stepping just close enough to subtly block her way.

His black shirt was slightly unbuttoned, revealing a glimpse of his collarbones, giving off an effortlessly magnetic charm.

The soft glow from his wristwatch flickered in the dim light as he took a step forward.

So, how many layers do you think youre still hiding from me? he asked.

The night breeze tousled Allisons hair as she gave a casual shrug.

People have plenty of layers, Mr.

Lloyd.

Nothing surprising about that.

She moved forward with a few unhurried steps.

Kellan, though initially advancing, instinctively stepped back, letting her pass.

Their gazes met briefly, a silent exchange of wit.

Why dont you stick around and keep guessing? Ill be on my way, Allison quipped.

Before Kellan could fully process the shift, Allison was already on her motorcycle.

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