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.

stall long enough for the police to get

vantage point, they could see that several

out, leaving

matter of minutes before

Kellan said firmly, his

take out the guards

you the

for me

wasnt the

do anything

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

was through risk,

a tight nod and vanished into the

watched her disappear into the shadows, not

her Allison always delivered on

shared an unspoken bond, a trust born of the harshest

life-or-death crisis, they knew they

Kellan slowly stood.

to be heard in the

not a

toward him

his expression remained

it

hair paced impatiently, flicking ashes from his cigarette into

jacket tighter, clearly irritated by the cold bite in

Rugal were useless, dead or

woman slip

a bunch of

man grunted in agreement,