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.

can stall long enough for the police to

see that several thugs had already blocked the

were fanning out, leaving

of minutes before they would be

draw them away, Kellan said firmly, his tone leaving no

go and take out the

you

wait for me

wasnt the type

dont do

over-the-top lines about dying together had no place in

only path forward was through risk,

vanished into the trees, her movements

disappear into the shadows,

Allison always delivered

unspoken bond, a trust born of the harshest

they knew they were in it

Kellan slowly stood.

heard in the stillness of the

here! His voice, though not a

rushed toward him from

slowly, but his expression remained composed,

was betting it all

with fiery red hair paced impatiently,

his worn leather jacket tighter, clearly irritated by the cold bite

always knew Damon and Rugal were useless, dead or alive, he muttered

a woman slip right through

bunch of

taller man grunted in agreement, adjusting his