Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 42: Not only did Allison recognize the strange feeling of familiarity, but Kellan also felt an unsettling vibration.

As they dealt with the killer with precision, they couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong between them.

The killer, cornered against the edge of the cliff, he hissed in frustration.

Damn! In his critical state, he desperately rushed towards Allison.

Already perched precariously on the edge of the slope, Allison lost her balance and swayed dangerously.

In an instant, Kellan leaped forward and grabbed her wrist.

Gotcha! Yet in the dark chaos, they both plummeted down the slope.

Allison felt Kellan's firm embrace around her waist, his arm protecting her head as they fell together.

Their descent slowed as they hit a tree and fell to the ground with a shocking impact.

Allison realized during the disorienting fall that Kellan had used his body as a shield to protect her.

When they stopped, Allison checked her wounds.

There were small cuts on his arm, but Kellan was much worse.

His forearms and legs were slashed, and the fall had left his right leg and arm fractured, as well as numerous abrasions.

In intense but conscious pain, Kellan slowly opened his eyes and exclaimed, Help me.

"My right arm is dislocated.

" Allison moved quickly, snapping her arm back into place effectively.

as he watched Allison's every

only did he realign his dislocated shoulder, he also fixed his fractured fingers

and handled her own wounds with

instructed calmly, removing her jacket to fashion

cushion for her head and wrapped a cloth around her arm to stem

a quick inspection,

is a

to get out of the rain before we catch a fever or

temperatures to plummet in the highlands,

get to his feet but receiving the gentle support from

his

the incessant

carefully placed Kellan against the

a fire to ward off

she grabbed two

tried to call for help,” Allison

no signal here

will realize we're missing and send someone to

adjusted Kellan's leg,

not a

It's a fracture.

it

the pain

returned to the Allison he had met two years ago in the office: cold but too

dominant, and now this Allison, an expert in both

versions was the true one? Watching her skillfully dressing his wounds, he wondered how often he found himself

stood up and patted him on