Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 301: Are you not afraid of me? Kellan asked, his voice laced with a familiar, tender menace.

The oppressive atmosphere he exuded was amplified by his slight drunkenness.

His eyes, a deep, haunting red, seemed to pierce through her.

To anyone else, the scene would be terrifying.

When Kellan lost control, no one was safe.

But Allison merely laughed.

In all her years, she had never feared anyone.

The diamonds on her necklace shimmered softly, and a few strands of hair fell onto her collarbone.

Her smile was captivating.

If I were afraid, I wouldnt be here.

Kellan swallowed, his dazed eyes filled with rare confusion.

Youre laughing.

Yes, Allison replied frankly.

If you drink this hangover remedy, I wont laugh at you.

Im not drunk.

Kellan seemed unable to grasp the logic of her words, but his mind was already muddled, so he didnt argue.

He simply licked his dry lips.

Allison.

He wanted to say her nwith gravity.

However, as the word left his mouth, Kellan saw multiple figures of Allison in front of him, each one as vivid as the last.

Im not a good person, Kellan said, his expressionless face exuding a dangerous, unapproachable aura.

This statement was meant to push Allison away, to draw a clear line between them.

Looking deep into her eyes, he instinctively warned, So youd better keep your distance.

He was, as the whispers said, a curse.

Anyone who got close to him tended to meet misfortune.

But Allisons response was surprisingly calm.

It doesnt matter.

Im not a good person either, she said, her voice steady.

Besides, Im right here now.

I wont be moving away from you.

She understood that when people felt exposed, they often tried to push others away.

But the best remedy was to simply stay close.

Allison couldnt shake the memory of Kellans contrasting demeanor in that forbidden room.

Despite his formidable presence, the way his prominent Adams apple moved as he spoke, the thin line of his lips, and the smooth contours of his chest stirred something primal within her.

Seeing a man cry could awaken emotions deep in a womans heart.

But Allison was always in control, knowing exactly that she shouldnt have feelings for him.

Her only focus right now was to get Kellan to drink the soup and sober up.

However, Kellan seemed insistent, his attention stubbornly locked onto her as if seeking more than just clarity.

I dont like you, he stated flatly.

But I like myself, Allisons voice was laced with calmness.

Allison, do you even know what youre doing? Giving you something to drink, she shot back, her tone clipped. Its a hangover remedy.

Kellan finally took the drink, swallowing it down, but the next moment, he pulled her into a fierce kiss, his lips pressing firmly against hers.

Heat radiated from him as his gaze, still tinged with red, bore into her.

You started this, he said, his voice low.

Kellans hand was broad and strong, emitting a warm feeling as he interlaced his fingers with Allisons.

For all his strength and guarded demeanor, Kellan had been hurt deeply, tand tagain.

But beneath those scars lay a desperate hope.

If Allison gave him even the slightest sign of wanting him just once he wouldnt let go.

Their kiss deepened, and even the ice from the hangover remedy seemed to melt away between their mouths. Allisons breath hitched as the chill turned into liquid warmth.

She had never felt anything like it.

Cold and slippery at first, then soft and heated, dissolving into something entirely unfamiliar.

Kellan, do you even know what youre doing? The two kept kissing passionately as the ice melted away.

Allisons words were greeted with another kiss.

He trailed kisses down her neck.

I know what I want, he muttered between kisses.

Allison was speechless.

He was getting it all wrong.

Kellans kisses were practiced and intoxicating, his mouth moving expertly lower, setting fire to her senses.

Her skin flushed.

Not just from him... but from her own response.

The soft glow of the bedside lamp tumbled to the floor, plunging the room into darkness.

The only sounds now were their breathing, heavy and restrained.

Can I... Kellan asked, his head bowed, his grip on her hand tightening.

The chill of the floor pressed against her back, a sharp contrast to the heat between them.

She could still make out the hunger in his eyes through the shadows.

Desire coiled in her, sharp and overwhelming.

She should push him away.

She knew it.

The right thing to do would be to shove him off and tell him to get as far from her as possible. But instead, Allisons hand moved of its own accord, covering his eyes as she whispered, No.

Kellan, undeterred, leaned down, pressing another kiss to her lips.

Okay.

Heat flooded through them both, their restraint crumbling in th@wake of a desire neither could ignore.

Allisons fingers fisted in his tie, yanking him down with a force that surprised even herself. Lower.

Their lips brushed brief but electric before Kellans control snapped.

His arms wrapped around her, his kisses growing more intense, more demanding.

It was a battle of wills, neither willing to concede ground.

Then, he lifted Allisons hips and stood up.

And with that, they began to make love.