Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 170: Kellan and Allison stumbled through the dense forest, but the Mafias reinforcements were closing in much faster than they had anticipated.

Watch out! Kellans warning came just as a cold breeze rustled through the leaves, lifting Allisons dark hair.

He felt it too a prickling sensation of impending danger.

His pupils narrowed, and without thinking, he pulled her into his arms.

They hit the ground, rolling behind a massive tree just as bullets tore into the trunk, splintering the bark.

The thugs were closing the gap fast.

In the thick woods, only moonlight pierced through the canopy, casting silver slivers of light across the uneven path.

Bushes and tree branches created a maze of shifting shadows, concealing their movement.

The thugs now moved cautiously, their steps deliberate and measured, hesitant to rush in without being sure of their target.

Spread out.

Keep your eyes peeled.

Damon and Rugal have already been killed by them.

These two cant be far, a red-haired man ordered coldly.

Allison stilled, barely daring to breathe, feeling the solid strength of Kellans arm around her.

Footsteps crunched on the dry leaves, getting closer with each passing second.

The scent of the sea drifted through the cool air.

She whispered, her voice barely a breath, The coast isnt far.

Theres a boat.

it, we can stall long enough for the

see that several thugs had already blocked

thugs were fanning out, leaving no stone

matter of

Kellan said firmly,

go and take out the

you the

wait for me

wasnt the type to

dont do

romantic, over-the-top lines about dying together had no place

only path forward was through risk,

vanished into the trees, her movements swift

her disappear into the shadows, not feeling abandoned, but

always

shared an unspoken bond, a trust born

life-or-death crisis, they knew

Kellan slowly stood.

loud enough to be heard in the

not a shout, carried through

toward him from

slowly, but his expression remained composed,

it all on

by the coast, a short man with fiery red hair paced impatiently, flicking ashes from his cigarette into the

worn leather jacket tighter, clearly irritated by the

and Rugal were useless, dead or alive, he muttered

woman slip right through

a bunch of

grunted in