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

Chapter 938: The way Gordon always addressed her with such obvious affection had always rubbed Kellan the wrong way.

Still, he reminded himself that Gordon had known Allison much longer than he had.

His fathers the mayor.

If he finds out Gordon came to Fleeingland, hell probably blow a fuse, Kellan said.

Places like Devil Island have always had a bad reputation.

Its the kind of thing that could really tarnish a politicians image.

Allison took a slow sip of her coffee, her expression thoughtful.

Still, I dont know if its just me, but Gordon doesnt seem bothered by his fathers control this time, she remarked.

In the past, Gordon had always rebelled whenever his family tried to rein him in.

But now, he seemed unusually willing to comply.

Maybe he feels like he needs to go back and have a conversation with his father, Kellan replied, his tone clearly uninterested in the topic of Gordon.

His gaze drifted from Allisons eyes to her lips.

Her rosy lips looked more captivating than a fresh spring morning.

Kellans throat tightened, and he murmured, Dont move.

Still holding the coffee bag in one hand, he leaned in closer.

With deliberate slowness, he reached out and gently wiped away the tiny drop of moisture lingering at the corner of Allisons mouth.

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Kellans height gave him an advantage as he leaned in close to Allison.

Nearby, the crowd hummed with activity while Kellan carefully wiped away a tiny coffee stain on her with the tip of his finger.

It was such a simple gesture, yet on him, it held an almost disarming allureespecially when he was this close.

The fine veins running along his strong hands became strikingly visible.

Allison, who had been lost moments earlier in a tangle of thoughts about Gordon, instinctively turned her gaze to his face.

She hated to admit it, but Kellan had the kind of appearance that could stop traffic and turn heads even in a stampede.

His features were sharp, his lips just faintly pursed.

The collar of his shirt was buttoned all the way up, exuding a controlled, composed air.

And then there were his eyesdeep, magnetic, and impossible to escape.

You Before she could finish, he tilted her chin gently, brushing his lips against hers in a fleeting, almost teasing kiss.

It wasnt the kind of kiss one would call romantic, but it still made her heart skip a beat.

Now its clean, Kellan said, his lips barely leaving hers.

As he leaned over, his body enveloped her like a warm blanket on a frosty night.

Allison, youre finally thinking only of me, he said, a mischievous grin tugging at his mouth as he intertwined his fingers with hers.

His palm was broad and warm, and it felt as though it could melt her resolve.

Allison shot him a playful glare.

Kellan, we are in public.

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