Secrets Of The Neglected Wife

Chapter 623:

As they disappeared, Allison let out a small, amused sigh. “Looks like our date is getting cut a bit short, Mr. Lloyd.”

The sun had begun its descent, casting a soft amber glow across the horizon. Its fading light softened the lines of her face, lending her an almost ethereal quality that took Kellan’s breath away.

He tightened his hold on her hand.

“Not at all. We still have the stars to look forward to tonight.”

He paused, and they lingered in silence as the twilight wrapped around them, casting their shadows long across the ground until they merged into one.

Allison glanced up, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

“Alright,” she murmured. “The stars at Sunset Hill are beautiful.”

She looked at him, her gaze alight with quiet joy, her eyes bright like the sparkling stars above them.

“Mr. Lloyd, you seemed rather… unbothered by what just happened.” Allison’s tone was light, almost teasing, as her gaze wandered toward the distant mountain peak.

The setting sun bathed the landscape in a warm, honeyed glow, stretching golden light across the horizon.

Kellan’s response was calm, his voice steady. “Allison, I’m not here to pry into what you don’t want to share.”

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When their eyes met, his dark gaze held hers, steady and unyielding, as if silently challenging her. She felt the pull of it—profound, unwavering—an intensity she hadn’t anticipated. Their acquaintance had unexpectedly deepened into something… more.

“It’s not exactly a secret,” she said, her voice softer now.

They continued along the path, leaving the modern skyline behind. The buildings were swallowed up by trees and twilight. To one side, the soft glow of fading light illuminated the mountains, while on the other, dusk had already fallen, a pale sliver of the moon hanging just above the horizon.

Looking back on her past was always dizzying for Allison, a labyrinth of complications she rarely ventured into. “I was… an orphan, actually. My teacher found me when I was young.”

Her voice was quiet, measured, yet every word rang out with clarity.

“I was raised to be an assassin. My first mission was in Ashajathe, and I almost didn’t make it out. But my teacher was there. He took down the boss himself, claiming that four-hundred-million-dollar reward. He gave it to me on my birthday. Told me it was mine.”

Those years had been dark—a tightrope walk between life and death. She was an orphan who had become the Scarlet Snake, the finest assassin of her time.

“Without him,” she added, her gaze distant, “I wouldn’t have had the four hundred million I used to buy this land a decade ago.”

Her eyes swept over the vast landscape around them. It was a place she had risked everything to own, though she had rarely shared why.

“When my mother was still alive, she lived here with me.” Her voice softened further. “It’s the only place left with memories of her.”noveldrama

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