Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine
Chapter 26

Chapter 26: Kellan looked at Allison and commented: You know, this outfit suits you much better.

In reality, Allison was wearing the most casual and bland clothes that day, but something about her effortless style appealed to Kellan much more than the floral dress.

that she had worn last time.

There was an air of freedom, an unbridled energy about her that he hadn't noticed before.

Thank you, Allison replied with polite indifference.

Although I can't say the same about your previous wardrobe.

Kellan paused, his lips curling slightly as if some distant memory amused him.

It reminded me of something my grandmother would wear! Allison was momentarily speechless.

Kellan's reputation as a scathing critic was well earned.

His candor knew no bounds, and yet he had survived all these years without anyone breaking his teeth.

, a small miracle that spoke of her luck or her strength.

While most people cowed at her brutal honesty, Allison was unfazed.

It was not exactly a delicate flower.

Despite his biting comments, there was something refreshing and direct about his banter.

She felt strangely comfortable, as if the pretensions she had to maintain around the Stevens family evaporated in his presence.

Looking at him now, Allison suddenly remembered her first meeting, two years ago.

At the time, the Stevens family was rapidly sinking and she had sought Kellan's help, desperate to save the family business.

She had waited for hours - four or five cups of coffee - until Kellan's assistant ushered him into the room.

"What perfume are you wearing," he asked her before she could open her mouth or touch the thick stack of documents in front of her.

It was her creation, a perfume she made herself.

Since he didn't want to reveal it, he replied indifferently: It's something I bought.

I don't even remember the name.

Do you like Kellan did not answer his question.

Instead, he got straight to the point.

I can help the Stevens Group get a sales channel and deal with those people.

He barely noticed her hesitation before continuing.

Kellan looked at her, concentrating solely on the documents his assistant handed him.

Leave the rest of the perfume with me.

Kellan was unlike anyone she had ever met: his eccentricity was unmatched.

Without hesitation, Allison took the remaining bottle from her purse and placed it on her desk.

True to his word, Kellan had pulled strings and helped the Stevens Group weather the storm.

For a bottle of perfume, he had moved mountains.

The rumors that he was unconventional had fallen short.

Two years had passed since that strange but fortuitous meeting.

As a perfumer, Allison found it gratifying to have her scent appreciated, especially by someone as quirky as Kellan.

She didn't feel bitter when she saw him again.

Since Kellan had praised her work, she thought she could return the favor.

Allison naturally bent down and reached out to pet the lazy ginger cat lying nearby.

The feline immediately stirred, baring its belly in a blatant plea for affection.

But when its eyes strayed to the pottery Kellan had been working on, any praise he had planned evaporated on the spot.

It looked like a vase in front of it - if you were feeling generous - but between its crooked shape and cocked lip, it looked more like an abstract art project! Allison hesitated, searching for words, but couldn't muster.

not even an insincere compliment.

Don't say anything.

I know, Kellan murmured, a rare hint of defeat in his voice.

Allison laughed, relieved that he at least had some self-awareness.

The awkwardness in the air was interrupted when Emanuel walked in, proudly holding a fresh fish.

fish.

You are finally here! I took it out of the water today.

It's perfect for eating.

Wait until you try my cooking.

It sounds great! Allison said.

He had missed the fish in this town: the flavor was fresh, rich, and best of all, the fish here had fewer bones.

However, Emanuel's cheerful expression soured as soon as he saw Kellan.

But if you are not invited.

His disdain only increased as his gaze fell on Kellan's botched attempt at pottery.

The sight of the misshapen vase brought a pang of compassion, not for Kellan, but for the wasted clay.

You should starve! You've been squatting here for days.

You don't know when it's time to leave.

Undeterred, Kellan replied, I paid ten times more than normal.

I'm not just renting for a week and, according to the rules, it's not time for me to leave yet.

' His cold tone clashed with his frown as he struggled to fix the crooked vase.

It's not just about money! It's just that you're wasting precious materials.

Emanuel's frustration was palpable.

For him, ceramics was more than just a craft: it was a labor of love.

Every piece he made was like a son, and having to watch someone ruin a creation was unbearable.

I've told you before! You don't have the talent for this.

You've ruined more parts than I can count, destroyed three wheels, and pushed the furnace fire to the brink of sanity.

It's time for you to give up.

Kellan looked him in the eyes with calm defiance.

I like it.

When is your teacher coming? Emanuel raised his hands, exasperated, pointing at Allison.

You mean my skills aren't good enough to teach you Well my teacher is right here.

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