Secrets of the Neglected Wife - Chapter 448

Chapter 448:

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“Allison, you seem really young. Are you really more skilled than Roderick?”

“Yeah, why haven’t we heard of you before? Did you study restoration abroad?”

“What kind of antiques have you worked on? Could you share some examples or even videos?”

The questions poured in, nearly overwhelming the atmosphere with excitement.

Roderick glanced over, about to step in to restore order, but Allison had already left the podium. As she moved toward the students, her composed presence quieted the room significantly.

Her hair was loosely tied in a graceful bun, held together by a wooden hairpin with a classic antique design. Dressed casually in a gray outfit, her presence exuded both approachability and refinement.

“Some questions about my personal life fall outside the purpose of this lecture,” she said calmly.

“As restorers, our mission is to preserve history and uphold culture. We’re not here for personal acclaim or to tally up artifacts as achievements.”

Her words, soft yet unwavering, settled over the room, grounding the students in a moment of respect.

The lively hum of voices stilled as her message took hold. With a thoughtful pause, Allison raised her hand, removing the hairpin and letting her hair cascade down her shoulders. The simple gesture had the grace of an artwork unfolding.

Holding the hairpin up, she turned to the class with a question. “Who can guess what restoration methods were used on this hairpin? The right answer will earn a prize.”

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A renewed wave of interest surged through the room.

“Let me see!”

“It must have been filled in, right?”

“Such a beautiful piece!”

The hairpin made its way around the room until it reached Kellan. He turned it in his fingers, feeling its cool, jade-like surface.

Its antique luster was understated yet elegant.

Allison’s gaze, filled with a playful challenge, met Kellan’s.

“Care to take a guess?”

Kellan rose to his feet, the sharp lines of his black suit lending him an air of quiet authority that immediately drew the eyes of the students nearby.

“Who is he? I’ve never seen him around before.”

“No idea, but he’s gorgeous! Should we ask for his number after this?”

“Forget it, I made a fool of myself last time. Not eager to repeat that.”

Whispers of curiosity and admiration spread like a quiet undercurrent around Kellan, but his focus remained entirely on Allison — the woman who had playfully challenged him with that knowing look. A faint smile curved at the corners of his lips.

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