Secrets of the Neglected Wife - Chapter 463

Chapter 463:

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“Come on, Kellan, you must be starving… Oh, my apologies, I didn’t realize Ms. Clarke was here too.” Carole finally seemed to take notice of Allison.

“I only brought two lunches, so… how about this? Kellan and I can share one, and we can give the other to Ms. Clarke.” Her tone was light, almost friendly, as she nonchalantly slid the lunch box onto Kellan’s desk.

But before Carole could even settle into a chair, Kellan dismissed her outright.

“Carole, it’s good you’re back, but you should know that our engagement ended a long time ago.”

Steam rose from the polished black surface of his desk, the aroma of the rich, tempting dishes barely offsetting the chill in Kellan’s tone—a coldness that cut right to the bone.

Maybe it was just her imagination, but Carole thought his gaze held an eerie, unapproachable iciness.

Still, she couldn’t walk away empty-handed. No, she had come here to make her mark, to reclaim her ground with Kellan.

A flicker of complexity crossed Carole’s eyes, but she made an effort to pretend she didn’t understand. “Of course I remember! But what can I say?” Carole shrugged with feigned innocence. “Ever since the engagement was canceled, my parents have been relentless, nagging me to no end. The moment I set foot back here, they started pressuring me to reconnect with you.”

With a sincerity that almost sounded rehearsed, she continued, “But don’t worry, Kellan. It’s not like I’m here out of some long-lost affection. It’s just to keep my parents off my back, so I thought I’d pop by now and then.”

With that, Carole opened the lunch box, took a deliberate taste of the vegetables, her exaggerated expression of delight almost theatrical, and then, with exaggerated generosity, divided the meal in half.

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“Here, take this. No need to be bashful with me.”

However, Kellan didn’t accept it. His response was swift and direct.

“I don’t share food with people I don’t like, Carole. Help yourself.”

In truth, Kellan had a slight aversion to sharing anything so personal. The very idea of kissing once seemed distasteful to him—a simple, unnecessary exchange of saliva. But ever since meeting Allison, his body had betrayed him with its yearning. Something about her stirred an ache in him, a desire he hadn’t known, fierce and barely containable.

From the press of her lips to the thrill in his veins, he found himself drawn—irrevocably—to every stolen breath they shared.

The edge in his voice left no room for interpretation.

Carole was rendered momentarily speechless. For her, this was uncharted territory. She’d never faced such blunt rejection before.

Meanwhile, Allison seemed thoroughly uninterested in the awkward scene playing out before her.

“Well, I’ll leave you two to catch up. I’m not hungry anyway.”

And truly, Allison had no appetite.

She might have understood that nothing could—or would—unfold between Carole and Kellan, but certain memories lingered, unbidden. Once, Colton had been engaged to Melany, and Allison had taken the role of the stand-in. Now, whatever existed—or didn’t—between Kellan and Carole was no longer her concern.

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