Secrets Of The Neglected Wife

Chapter 1320:

At dawn, Rebecca shook Allison awake.

The vanity table overflowed with luxury cosmetics, and three stylists stood ready.

“Isn’t it too early? Just let me sleep a little longer,” Allison mumbled, still half-asleep.

She tried to burrow back into bed, but Rebecca hauled her up and steered her toward the mirror.

“Come on, Allison! It’s your wedding day!”

Ten minutes later, with no escape, Allison sat at the vanity as the stylists worked their magic.

Rebecca placed the jewelry box in her hands, smiling.

“I think this set is the best. What do you say?”

Allison propped her chin on her hand and grinned.

“If we had picked the other one, you’d be saying that one looked better.”

Rebecca burst out laughing.noveldrama

“You got me!” She gave Allison an affectionate look. “But honestly, you’re stunning. Anything would suit you!”

Once Allison was fully dressed and ready, Fabian and Lilyana stepped into the room.

The moment they saw her, their eyes welled up with tears.

“Allison,” Fabian said softly, “we regret not being there as you grew up. But from now on, we’ll always be by your side.”

“If Kellan gives you a hard time, just come to me.”

Allison gently dabbed at her parents’ tears with a handkerchief.

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“You’ve already given me everything I could ever want. I’m the luckiest daughter in the world. And as for Kellan, he’ll be the perfect partner.”

She wasn’t just speaking as their daughter. Allison was the president of Dibya Group, owning every single share of both Dibya Group and Aröme Tower.

She had earned her place as a true global billionaire.

Just then, a knock sounded at the door.

“Ms. Clarke, it’s time to head downstairs,” a waiter called from outside.

Fabian and Lilyana exchanged warm smiles before turning to her.

“Come on. We’ll go down together.”

Allison soon arrived at the church and waited just outside.

The towering white dome stretched toward the sky, while stained glass windows scattered a rainbow of colors across the stone walls.

Inside, Kellan stood at the top of the steps.

He was dressed in a sleek, black custom-tailored suit. A dark red rose boutonniere rested against his lapel — Allison’s favorite color.

It was deep. It was fiery.

At that moment, Kellan had no idea that she was already there.

His head tilted downward slightly as his fingers absentmindedly traced a black jade ring — the very one Allison had placed on his hand at Sunset Hill.

“Mr. Lloyd, are you feeling nervous?”

Ferdinand’s voice, teasing as always, came from beside him. He casually slung an arm over Kellan’s shoulder.

“I never thought I’d see someone like you look this nervous.” Kellan did seem on edge.

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