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Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 212
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Chapter 212: Inside the quiet lounge, Kellan carefully applied ointment to Allisons wound with a pair of tweezers, his gaze unwavering.

Ive told you before that you can leave these matters to me.

That wasnt just a polite remark, he murmured, his voice low and measured, each movement precise.

So, Ms.

Clarke, if you ever encounter another madman like that, dont worry about what the media or anyone at the company might say.

Ill handle it.

Getting hurt over something like this isnt worth it.

If Sherman hadnt called him earlier, Kellan would still be buried in paperwork.

But as soon as he heard that Devin had caused trouble again, he didnt hesitate to step in.

He had to.

No one had expected Devin to be carrying a switchblade.

But Allison seemed indifferent, brushing it off with a slight shrug.

Its just a small cut, Mr.

Lloyd.

No need to worry.

Kellans jaw tightened.

Yes... Luckily, it is just a small cut.

He couldnt let the fear and frustration show on his face.

Everything had happened so quickly.

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One wrong move, and Allison would have been... He cut the thought short.

If Floyd hadnt intervened when he did, that knife could have pierced her heart.

Is it really necessary to put on medicine for such a tiny scrape? Allison asked lightly, propping her chin on her hand.

I think youre overreacting.

And bandages, too? Isnt that going a bit far? Despite her teasing, she watched intently as Kellan reached for the gauze with practiced precision.

For someone who usually wore such a cold mask, his touch was surprisingly gentle.

Its necessary, he said quietly, lifting his gaze briefly to meet hers.

And it seems you never take good care of yourself.

A flicker of something passed over his face as he wrapped her wound with deliberate care.

Beneath his calm exterior, turmoil brewed.

He thought about his legs, the truth he had kept hidden for so long.

Maybe it was tto stop pretending.

Once the bandaging was done, Allison withdrew her hand and offered a small, appreciative smile.

III take better care of myself.

Thank you, Mr.

Lloyd.

Just then, the door swung open, and Floyd stepped inside.

His eyes widened slightly at the sight of Allison smiling, chatting, and laughing with Kellan.

It was the first the had seen her so relaxed.

Floyds gaze dropped, and a shadow of loneliness crossed his face.

Kellan and Allison.

Their conversation flowed naturally, his quiet concern matched by her lighthearted banter. They seemed perfectly attuned to each other, as if no one else existed in that moment.

From his angle, Kellan looked as though he was leaning in for a kiss.

The air between them felt so intimate that it almost seemed wrong to intrude.

Floyds fingers tightened briefly around the door handle, but he quickly composed himself and knocked.

Im coming in.

His familiar, gentle smile returned as he addressed them.

Allisons wound doesnt look too serious, but since Im a doctor, why dont I take over the bandaging? He stepped forward, already reaching into the medical kit for gauze and scissors.

But Kellan moved his wheelchair slightly, just enough to block Floyds path.

Our companys first-aid kit may be basic, but these scissors are quite sharp.

It wouldnt be good if you accidentally cut yourself.

A doctors hands are invaluable, after all.

Lethandle it.

The words were polite, but the intensity in Kellans gaze carried a clear pressure.

The atmosphere shifted, tension thickening.

Floyds smile slowly faded.

I appreciate your concern, Mr.

Lloyd, but unlike amateurs, I wont injure myself.

I know what Im doing.

Their eyes locked in a silent clash, a standoff of wills.

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Floyds gold-rimmed glasses caught the light, reflecting a faint gleam, while Kellans presence grew heavier, more oppressive.

Without breaking eye contact, Kellan reached out and smoothly took the scissors from Floyds hand. Its no trouble, Kellan said softly, though a storm lurked beneath his calm tone.

Allisons eyes darted between them.

Theres no need for both of you to play nurse.

Were almost done here.

She took the scissors deftly, cutting the gauze with a quick, precise snip.

This will do, she said, looking impressed by Kellans bandaging abilities.

Kellan remained silent, still caught in the moment when her fingers© M his palm. The brushed againstr content is on novelenglish.net! A tingling sensation spread from his wrist to his heart, causing it to skip a beat.

He stared at the cold glint of the scissors, then thought of Devins switchblade.

He wasnt a good person, and he had never claimed to be.

But he knew one thing for certain he couldnt bear the idea of something happening to Allison.

Not even the smallest injury.

Its just a minor wound.

Itll heal by the afternoon.

Mr.

Lloyd, youve practically wrappedup like a mummy, Allison mmy Allison teased lightly, trying to dispel the tension. Id be fine even without all this.

Kellans eyes flashed with a deep, unreadable light.

Im just concerned about you, Ms.

Clarke.