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

Chapter 566: As the Ferris wheel climbed higher, colored lights from the city outside painted a soft glow across his face, sharpening his features against the shadows that enveloped him.

Allisons voice broke through the quiet, her tone calm and steady.

Mr.

Lloyd, look at you now.

Youre in a position where you can shape your life however you please.

Most people, once theyre grown, end up raising themselves all over again.

So, Id say youre doing pretty well.

Beyond the Ferris wheel, moonlight wrapped the hills in a gentle silver glow.

Kellan looked up, his eyes meeting hers.

Its that hope, he said softly.

Thats what pushes me to be better.

Now, he had somethingor rather, someonehe truly wanted to protect, right in front of him.

A hint of a smile touched Allisons lips as a thought occurred to her.

Mr.

Lloyd, Ive been curious about something.

How does a man as bold as you have a fear of the dark? Kellans lips twitched in a chuckle, but he dodged the question.

Instead, he suggested, Ms.

Clarke, if youre really that curious, why dont we make it interesting? Truth or dare.

If you win, Ill tell you.

His smile softened the hard edge he usually wore, adding a languid allure, almost a gentle seduction.

Lλtєѕτ чhαρτєrѕ ιn g????lɳovєls.???????????? Allison propped her chin on her hand.

What, Mr.

Lloyd, havent you gambled enough today? Arent you the least bit afraid of losing to me? When playing with you, Ms.

Clarke… theres no such thing as enough, he replied.

Well, then you should be careful, she teased.

If I win, I might make some absurd demand.

I could ask you to jump right out of this Ferris wheel! Kellans gaze deepened, as dark as the still night beyond them.

Fine by me.

If that were my fate, Id probably live on in your memory forever.

Whether it was Gordon, Floyd, or any other man, none could leave a mark as indelible as a dead one.

To Allison, it seemed half a jest, but there was something almost solemn in his voice, like a confession disguised as a joke.

Lets keep it simple, she said finally, leaning back thoughtfully.

Rock-paper-scissors decides the winner.

And if the winner chooses truth, they get to ask for a secret.

Agreed, Kellan replied.

They started, and in the first round, the irony played out: Kellan, the one whod suggested the game, lost right away! Allisons eyes twinkled as she looked at her winning scissors hand.

Thank you, Mr.

Lloyd.

I believe that means I win! Kellan gave a resigned sigh.

A deals a deal.

So, Ms.

Clarke, are you going to make me jump? Nothing so dramatic.

Id rather not be haunted by the Lloyd family, she replied with a lazy smile.

Ill go with truth.

Tell me why youre afraid of the dark.

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