Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 130:

Kellan swallowed hard, trying to suppress the flood of thoughts racing through his mind.

His eyes shifted to the rain cascading down the floor-to-ceiling windows; the rhythmic sound was somehow calming.

He finished his coffee in one swift gulp, the warmth spreading through his chest, soothing his nerves.

The coffee had a fresh, elegant taste — perfectly balanced.

It left him feeling comfortably at ease, much like when he spent time with Allison.

Just as he was sinking into that brief moment of peace, a sudden clap of thunder shattered the quiet.

Lightning splintered across the sky, and within seconds, the lights began to flicker before plunging the entire villa into darkness.

The power was out?

Kellan instinctively clenched his fists.

His frown deepened as he tried to steady his breathing, forcing himself to remain calm.

But the harder he tried, the more his chest tightened.

He didn’t know when this strange affliction had started, but ever since he’d lost parts of his memory, the dark had begun to trigger something deep within him — a suffocating fear that made him want to escape.

Just as he was battling to maintain control, Allison emerged from her room, towel in hand, drying her damp hair.

“Power outage, huh?” she remarked casually, oblivious to Kellan’s turmoil.

“I heard the power here never goes out.

Guess our luck ran dry.”

Kellan stood motionless, his back still to her.

He forced himself to speak, hoping his voice wouldn’t betray him.

“It’s been years since we’ve had rain like this in Ontdale.”

Allison paused mid-motion, still drying her hair.

Though Kellan’s voice was steady, there was a subtle tremor she recognized.

After spending so much time together, Allison could sense that something was off.

“Kellan…” she asked bluntly, “are you afraid of the dark?”novelbin

Kellan coughed, a little too abruptly.

“No.

I’m not a child.”

But his quick denial only made it more obvious.

Allison’s lips curved into a slight, knowing smile.

“Ah, I see.

I must’ve misread the situation.

After all, how could you be afraid of the dark? In that case, relax here.

I’ll go find some candles.”

“Wait.” His heart skipped a beat.

If she left, he’d be alone.

Seeing her start to feel her way toward the stairs, Kellan acted on instinct, standing up from his wheelchair with surprising urgency.

Forgetting about appearances, he spoke awkwardly.

“It’s dark upstairs.

You might trip.

Why don’t we look together?”

Allison raised an eyebrow, but she didn’t miss a beat.

“Sure.

Just keep up.”

He moved slowly, matching her pace.

She hadn’t intended to leave him alone in the first place.

Though he couldn’t see her face in the dark, Kellan was certain she was smiling.

“There’s no shame in being afraid of the dark, you know,” Allison mused, her voice soft and amused.

“Everyone has their weaknesses.

I just didn’t expect that yours would be—”

“I’m not afraid of the dark,” Kellan interjected, his tone more defensive than he intended.

“You’re jumping to conclusions, Ms.

Clarke.”

Allison chuckled softly.

“Sure, sure.

Stop coughing like that, or I’ll start thinking you’re actually coming down with something.” She extended a corner of her towel toward him.

“Here.

Hold onto this so you don’t lose your way and trip.”

“Of course I can keep up,” he muttered, but despite his words, he reached for the towel.

It was still warm, slightly damp from her hair.

The realization hit him — she’d just come out of the shower.

The thought lingered, making his fingertips tense involuntarily.

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