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.

we make it, we can stall long enough for the police to get

they could see that several

thugs were fanning out,

a matter of minutes before

them away, Kellan said firmly, his tone leaving

go and take out the

you

wait for

furrowed, but she wasnt the type to waste

dont do

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

through risk,

a tight nod and vanished into the trees, her movements

watched her disappear into the shadows, not feeling abandoned, but

her Allison always delivered

unspoken bond, a trust born

they knew

Kellan slowly stood.

to be heard in the stillness

though not a shout, carried

rushed toward

his expression remained composed, his eyes cool

was betting it all on

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

leather jacket tighter, clearly irritated by the

and Rugal were useless,

let a woman slip

a bunch

in