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Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 1071
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Chapter 1071 Chapter 1071: She had imagined he would have a more commanding presence. But to her surprise, Fabian looked anything but intimidating. He seemed calm and soft-spoken, lacking any hint of harshness.

"Welcome, everyone." As Fabian spoke, he smiled, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepened, giving him the warm, familiar look of a kindly older relative.

He wore a dark gray suit with a gold-rimmed pair of glasses resting on his chest, radiating an air of grace and approachability.

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He looked like someone you could easily talk to.

For sreason, Allison couldn't shake the feeling that she knew this man.

A strange ache tugged at her chest.

"Allison, are you alright?" Kellan was quick to notice that something was off. He grasped her hand, offering support. "Is the crowd making it hard for you to breathe?" Allison took a slow, steady breath. "I'm fine, I probably just feel a little lightheaded from the drink earlier." She convinced herself it was just the alcohol affecting her.

After all, she had never met Fabian before.

New updates in glovesAllison figured the sense of familiarity cfrom the fact that the man in front of her had the warm, gentle look of an older, caring figure.

Just then, a man with brown hair stepped forward and reached out his hand.

"Mr. Morgan, it's an honor to meet you! Welcto Ontdale!" People like him, who held such high status, didn't just shake hands with strangers.

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When the brown-haired man locked eyes with Fabian, he felt a wave of nervousness wash over him, as if being closely examined.

"Sorry... I shouldn't have offered my hand." Caught up in his excitement to meet the man he admired deeply, he had acted on impulse.

But Fabian smiled gently and took the man's hand like a kind elder. "It's fine. Just a handshake," he said in a mellow voice, his tone reassuring. “Thank you for your admiration." From Allison's perspective, she could see Fabian, already with swhite hair, smiling kindly.

She had encountered many people who wore masks přcivility. Take Kylo, for instance.

His gentle smile concealed a bone-deep coldness that sent chills through anyone who saw it.

And then there was Ferdinand. He cacross as carefree and playful, but beneath that facade was om someone profoundly distant and aloof. But this was the first tshe had seen a businessman like Fabian, whose presence lacked condescension or pretense. He seemed genuinely kind, a rare quality in her experience.