Secrets Of The Neglected Wife

Chapter 949:

Amya’s voice was full of excitement. “Really?”

“Yes, there are a few things I need to take care of there,” Allison explained.

“Awesome! I’ll check it out right away!” Amya responded eagerly.

Not long after Allison ended the call, Kellan returned to the room. He noticed that Allison had just finished blow-drying her hair. Her cheeks were pink from the steam, and her wavy hair fell loosely over her shoulders. She was completely absorbed in her laptop.

Kellan found himself unable to look away.

Allison saw him enter and looked up. “You’re back,” she said.

“Mm.”

Kellan tried to pull her into an embrace, but she stopped him, pressing a finger to his chest.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice raspy.

Allison could feel the warmth of his body. His usual embrace felt more intense, almost possessive.

Because he had just showered, his skin was still damp. “You didn’t dry off properly,” Allison said with a hint of playful irritation.

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Allison’s fingers brushed against Kellan’s chest. His chest muscles were relaxed and soft, making it pleasant to touch.

When Allison looked up, she noticed droplets of water still clinging to his collarbone. The deep V of his bathrobe only made him seem more alluring. Kellan hummed softly, his fingers sliding down her spine.

“Yeah, it’s a little wet,” he replied.

Allison shot him a glare. “Shut up.”

But Kellan didn’t seem to hear it at all.

Kellan effortlessly lifted Allison and placed her on the bed. “That’s why I want you to rest and sleep well,” he said.noveldrama

“Then why aren’t you wearing pajamas?” she asked.

“I didn’t intend to,” he replied.

With that, Kellan leaned down and kissed her.

The soft, golden light gently surrounded them. As Kellan pressed his lips to Allison’s, their breaths mingled in the heat. The kiss was intense and consuming. Allison felt breathless, the lack of air overwhelming her. Without thinking, he lifted her waist as their bodies came closer. The snow-white bathrobe had already slipped off and lay on the floor.

“Allison, you know I don’t have much family left. After my grandmother and Lorna, you’re all I have now.” Kellan’s throat tightened as he slowly kissed her neck.

Their hold on each other was tender and close. He held her tightly, as if he never wanted to let her go.

“So whether you’re going to Aröme Tower to look for your mother or to settle the score with the Mafia, I hope to go with you. We can face it together, just like last time,” Kellan said, his lips trailing lower. “Allison, promise me.”

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