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

Chapter 494: Allison had no way of reading his thoughts, only feeling the pulse of tension as his fingers tightened around her wrist, turning his knuckles ghostly white.

If you know that, Mr.

Lloyd, she said, meeting his intense gaze with all the steadiness she could muster, then let go of me.

But Kellan didnt move.

Instead, he took his time, his tall figure looming over her as he leaned in.

The alley felt too narrow, too tight, as if the air itself had thinned around them, trapping them both.

After all, between you and me, it was always just… The words shed poised to speak vanished in her throat as he closed the final gap.

And then, without warning, he crashed his lips onto hers, silencing everythingthought, breath, the entire world.

The tension crackled between them, reminiscent of those previous nights filled with confusion and desire.

It was dangerousbeyond forbidden.

Even here, in this secluded alley, there was no guarantee that someone wouldnt catch them.

Allison narrowed her eyes, instinctively ready to strike him, but Kellan was quicker, thrusting his right leg between hers, trapping her.

Their closeness was undeniable, electric.

The kiss that followed was intense, relentlessan all-consuming flame.

Discover tales at g Ɐ ln σν???? ???? s, com Their breaths entwined in the heat of the moment.

Suddenly, Allison bit down hard on his lower lip, tasting the sharp tang of blood almost immediately.

Seizing the moment, she shoved Kellan away, slapping him hard across the face.

Kellan, Im not here for your games, she said.

The slap left a small trace of blood on his lip, but he simply wiped it away with his finger, smearing the crimson stain.

A game? He let out a laugh, his eyes gleaming with a strange, unreadable light.

Allison, if you felt anything real, youd know Im not just playing with you.

He reached for her hand, threading his fingers with hers in a gesture that might have been tender but felt more like an iron grip.

I met Carole at that café just to see if you cared, and I ended up more tangled than ever, he admitted, his voice raw, laced with bitter irony.

I swore Id never fall the way my mother did.

Ive held back, trying to keep myself in check, trying not to lose control.

But in front of you, it all crumbles.

He paused, his expression deceptively calmthe calm that hints at the storm beneath.

Allison, you have your pick of suitors and enough ice in your veins to walk away without a second thought.

But I cant.

He really couldnt.

The words fell from his lips, painfully ironic.

Kellanthe man who had everything, who took what he wanted without hesitationwas now reduced to this, feeling weak, even cornered, all because hed let himself fall.

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