Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 43: Fortunately, this dry grass has not become moist.

“It should serve us until dawn,” Allison declared, reappearing with a bundle of grass in her hands.

Her fingers concealed a tiny, sharp blade.

She stirred the campfire with a stick, her face illuminated by the flickering flames and a loose strand of hair falling over her eyes, revealing a dark gleam hidden within.

Kellan, leaning against the stone wall, he grabbed a sharp stone in his hand, but ended up letting it go.

Your bandaging skills are impressive.

Did you learn them somewhere, she asked.

As a child I was a bit of a tomboy and always got into trouble.

I guess you could say practice made perfect, Allison replied, her tone firm, without meeting his gaze.

Kellan laughed to himself.

His story sounded too rehearsed.

If roughhousing could teach such advanced bandages, who needed doctors? Still, he responded softly: You must be quite a prodigy.

And your legs are a marvel of modern medicine, Mr.

Lloyd, Allison replied, with a subtle sourness in her words.

The air grew heavier with tension, further chilling the already tense atmosphere.

Allison's fingers brushed the sharp blade, ready to strike at any moment.

Kellan might be skilled, but his handicap made him an easy target.

Kellan's reputation for ruthlessness had been earned through years of ruthless business dealings.

Although Allison had often dismissed the rumors, she knew that her rapid rise within the Lloyd Group was not due to her kindness.

a wheelchair seemed to

his secret, he might be prompted to

the

on your

cruise ship when he had had a gun

the necklace between his fingers, his

memory of

and added deliberately: Quite

certainly arouses curiosity to

skills

actions on the cruise were impressively professional, far

rumors had

wondered if their encounter had been

Be careful, Mr.

Lloyd.

be a

serene, as she tucked a lock of hair

his face, making him look both

that necklace

owner must

couldn't help but

a gift for self-praise, even with the tacit

guts to

up

skilled

her fingers lightly brushing the sword

Kellan's expression hardened.

Just a little game.

your

that Allison was a strike-first

even brandished a gun behind

their gazes engaged in a