Secrets Of The Neglected Wife

Chapter 414:

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She didn’t hesitate. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled him closer and met his lips in a deep, deliberate kiss. “That’s because it wasn’t enough.”

Outside, the storm raged on, the wind howling like a beast, and the rain lashed at the windows. But inside, between them, there was only warmth—a cocoon of heat and tenderness that neither wanted to escape.

The night stretched on, and they remained intertwined, lost in each other, until the first light of dawn pierced the horizon.

By the time Allison drifted into a deep sleep, the world around her blurred. She didn’t notice when Kellan scooped her up and carried her into the bathroom. She didn’t register the warm water or the soft towel as she was washed and redressed. She was too tired to process it all.

Morning came, bringing with it a rare clarity. The sky had cleared, washed clean by the storm, but Allison was still asleep, too tired to rise. It was already noon when she finally stirred.

Her body ached all over, and she was so hungry she felt like she could devour an entire cow. Yet, the one responsible for her fatigue had vanished.

Descending the stairs, she was greeted by Jim, Kellan’s loyal housekeeper. “Ms. Clarke, Mr. Lloyd had me prepare lunch for you,” he said with a warm, knowing smile.

Allison glanced around the empty living room. “Where is he?”

Jim chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “An urgent matter came up at the company. He left early but made sure I’d take good care of you.”

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At his age, Jim had a sharp sense of understanding, clearly aware of the unspoken intimacy from the night before. And he seemed pleased. As if Kellan’s rare display of affection had been a long time coming.

Jim led her to the dining table, pulling out a chair. “The dishes were prepared based on your preferences before he left. I’ve just reheated them.”

Unable to refuse Jim’s hospitality, Allison sat down.

The dishes were reminiscent of the ones Kellan had cooked for her—artfully arranged, with enticing aromas wafting through the air.

“He really is… something,” she muttered, half to herself, feeling the affection.

After finishing her meal, she decided to leave the Lloyd Mansion by taxi, politely turning down Jim’s offer of a driver. Some things were best handled alone. There were parts of her life that even Kellan couldn’t be privy to.noveldrama

When she arrived, she found Amya already waiting. “Boss, I’m so glad you’re okay. Did you hear about the explosion yesterday?”

Amya had heard from Gordon the night before that Allison had escaped unharmed, but seeing her in person brought a deeper sense of reassurance.

Allison gave a nod. “I know. It doesn’t concern us, so we won’t get involved.”

“Where are we going now?” Amya asked, following close behind.

“Back to our world.”

They moved through the winding, secret passageways of the Muisvedo, the underground realm known only to those who operated in the shadows. As they walked, Amya’s wonder grew, her eyes wide with fascination.

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