Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 128:Thank you for your appreciation, Mr.

Carman, but all I possess are modest skills.

"I'm not excellent enough to work in a company like yours," Allison said with a polite smile as she put away Rodrigo's business card.

Besides, I'm working with the Carisma company to help a friend, so I can't leave like this.

like that.

Rodrigo, an astute businessman, easily took the hint.

He smiled and stepped back politely.

Well, thank you for your hard work, Miss Clarke.

He withdrew his complaint and Allison wasted no time in returning to the company.

He still had a mountain of work ahead of him.

Creating 500 handmade perfume bottles in a single day was no easy task, and the team was already working overtime to meet the deadline.

How many bottles have we finished, he asked as soon as he walked through the door.

So far, 200, they told him.

Great.

Let's finish the rest together.

I know it has been a hard day, but the client is satisfied and the complaint has been withdrawn.

When we're done, everyone will get a bonus, Allison announced, her voice full of encouragement.

The exhausted team perked up at hearing about bonuses and a new wave of determination washed over them.

Allison didn't hesitate to get to work with them.

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His hands moved gracefully, deftly handling ingredients and tools with great delicacy.

She went through the day without a hitch, assembling a perfume bottle in a fraction of the time it took the others.

Her efficiency was impressive, and as the hours passed, her admiration only grew.

They realized that his talent and leadership abilities were extraordinary.

It was clear that you weren't here just because of your contacts.

The smiles became more genuine and the compliments more sincere.

Ms.

Clarke, you truly are the legendary Scarlet Serpent of the perfume world.

You are incredibly talented.

Smell the ingredients and know what the perfect combination is.

Without you, we'd be toast, said another.

You don't need to do all this alone.

We'll take care of it.

Meanwhile, in a quiet corner, Marc's frustration simmered beneath the surface.

His behavior had become an open secret, making him the object of silent disdain.

Seeing how Allison effortlessly led the team only added to his embarrassment.

Under his direction, perfume production had accelerated dramatically.

At one in the morning, the last bottle was sealed.

The team, exhausted but proud, took turns saying good night before heading home.

Good night, Mrs.

Clarke.

See you tomorrow.

Good night.

Allison stayed behind, tidying up the lab in the quiet.

Opening a drawer, she found a small jar of candy hidden away, along with a note signed by Aimee, the shy, quiet assistant.

The note said: Are you all day working hard.

I didn't want to bother you, but don't forget to take a candy to avoid sugar crashes.

At the end of the note there was a little smiley face.

Allison couldn't help but smile.

Aimee, normally shy and unremarkable, turned out to be surprisingly attentive.

Suddenly, a clap of thunder rumbled through the night, followed by a flash of lightning.

Allison looked outside and saw that it was pouring rain.

He had just finished cleaning up and was about to leave when he realized he hadn't brought an umbrella.

Great.

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I guess I'll wait, he murmured.

He stretched, debating whether to brave the rain or take a moment to rest.

She opted for the latter, sat in a chair and closed her eyes.

What she didn't expect was to fall asleep almost instantly.

Upstairs, Kellan had just signed the last contract of the night.

As he flexed his stiff wrist, his eyes drifted to the laboratory below, where the lights were still on.

He checked his watch.

How strange.

Everyone should have gone home by now.

Maybe someone had forgotten to turn off the lights.

Curious, he headed to the laboratory.

To his surprise, Allison was fast asleep at the table.

Her usually sharp features had softened with sleep.

The slight flutter of her long lashes, dark as a raven's feather, gave her a strangely peaceful air, so different from the cool, serene demeanor she displayed during the day.

Kellan felt his expression soften.

Without a second thought, he took off his jacket and leaned forward to cover it.

This rain isn't going to stop anytime soon.

"You're going to catch a cold," he murmured quietly.

Before the jacket could touch her, Allison's hand shot up and grabbed his wrist with surprising quickness.

Kellan froze, momentarily caught off guard, before a slow smile spread across his face.

Even when you sleep you are on guard, Miss Clarke, you are certainly not like the others.

There was something almost foxlike about her: a predator posing as prey.

Their eyes met for a moment.NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

moment before Allison, realizing that her reflection had been unnecessary, let go of her wrist.

He shrugged, disguising the moment with nonchalance.

I'm just a light sleeper.

And you, Mr.

Lloyd, the CEO shouldn't be home already.

Working so late can't be healthy.

He laughed softly.

I could say the same about you.

All the equipment is gone and you are sleeping in the lab.

You're not afraid of catching a cold.

Allison sighed and looked at the rain that continued to hit the windows.

My car is parked across the street.

It's at least a ten minute walk, and I didn't feel like getting soaked.

I thought about getting some rest, but I think I fell asleep.

Kellan's voice softened as he offered, You've worked hard today.

My car is downstairs.

If you don't mind, I can take you home.

Allison paused and nodded.

That would be great.

Thank you.

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Note from Tac-K: Have a nice morning dear little people, God loves you and Tac-K loves you very much.

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