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 mask

discovered a part of his secret, he might be prompted to act, protecting himself from a threat she didn't

the silence,

on your clothes is

cruise ship when he had had a

his

of

at Allison and added deliberately: Quite an

curiosity to

combat skills had

cruise were impressively

that rumors had

encounter had been chance or

Be careful, Mr.

Lloyd.

can be a double-edged

tossed another log on the fire, her expression serene,

flames cast shadows across his face, making

necklace

owner must have

help but

self-praise, even

took guts to praise

Allison looked up and smiled at

quite skilled

her fingers lightly brushing the

Kellan's expression hardened.

Just a little game.

I appreciate your help, Miss

knew very well that Allison was a

he had even brandished a gun

their gazes engaged in a