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.

use of a wheelchair

discovered a part of his secret, he might be prompted to act, protecting himself from

breaking the silence,

your clothes is

cruise ship when he had had a gun

his fingers, his voice deep and

memory of a

at Allison and added deliberately: Quite an intriguing and dangerous

to discover

skills had been

the cruise were impressively

that rumors had

skeptical, wondered if their encounter had been chance or something more

Be careful, Mr.

Lloyd.

be a

on the fire, her expression serene,

shadows across his face, making

necklace is

must have had

couldn't help

a gift for self-praise,

guts to

up and smiled

quite skilled yourself,

brushing the sword hidden

Kellan's expression hardened.

Just a little game.

I appreciate your

knew very well that

that night he had even brandished a gun behind her

palpable, their gazes engaged in