Secrets of the Neglected Wife - Chapter 455

Chapter 455:

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Kellan tightened his grip on the steering wheel. “And not just Vrining. You’re going straight into the thick of it — Fleeingland.”

The traffic light blinked down its final ten seconds before turning green.

Allison didn’t move, her gaze fixed ahead, lost in thought.

A honk sounded, and the car eased around the corner, finally stopping at the entrance to the villa. Darkness seeped over the stone archway, lending a somber atmosphere to the sprawling estate.

Kellan shifted in his seat, his voice more serious than ever.

“You know that place is dangerous — a land where many have ventured and few have returned.”

The engine cut off, leaving the car enveloped in silence.

Allison turned her cold gaze to him, her fingers clenched tightly.

“So, you think I should just look the other way? Pretend nothing happened?”

Kellan studied her, sensing the tension that rippled beneath her calm exterior.

“I’m not asking you to ignore it. I just want you to think this through, keep your head.”

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His tone softened.

“Remember what you once told me — the more dangerous the path, the calmer you must be. Rushing in recklessly won’t help anyone, least of all you.”

Outside, the streetlight cast a soft glow that filtered into the car as Allison lowered the window.

A light breeze stirred, mingling with the faint scent of Kellan’s cologne as he leaned closer. Shadows softened his features, and his presence steadied her. His hand moved with practiced ease, unclipping her seatbelt with a quiet click.

His fingers lingered just a moment longer, a silent reassurance.

“You’re not alone in this,” he said, his voice low, almost a whisper. Each word was steady and magnetic.

In the dim light, his white shirt caught the glow, stretching across his broad shoulders as he leaned back.

For a brief moment, Allison could feel the warmth of his presence, a tangible reminder of his support.

Outside, the streetlight was warm, but shadows curled around him, hiding his expression.

But the certainty in his words lingered.

“If you ever need anything, you know you can count on me. I’d be honored to help.”

In all his calculated plans and careful steps, Kellan had never expected to find himself in a moment like this — hoping she would trust him, just as he was learning to trust her. They lingered in that silence, so close that she could feel the faint warmth of his breath.

Then, as quickly as it had come, the closeness faded as Kellan leaned back into the driver’s seat. The silence between them held weight, an unspoken promise.

Allison inhaled deeply, her shoulders relaxing.

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