Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 259: Kellan couldnt wrap his mind around the idea of Allison dying here, not like this.

Perhaps it was the weight of his words, spoken in the face of such imminent danger, that hung in the air like a storm cloud.

For a fleeting moment, Allison found herself stunned, her gaze tethered to the depths of his intense, piercing eyes.

She had always been the shield, the one defending others.

Never before had a man urged her to protect herself.

Kellans voice was hoarse and low.

The puppeteer behind this has been pulling strings for far too long.

Theres no way theyd send just two hired guns.

If something happens to me, Ms.

Clarkeif you canwill you look after Lorna? She holds you close to her heart.

Allisons mind went blank, surprise washing over her like a cold wave.

It was clear: Kellan was passing the responsibility for Lorna to her, as if he were bracing for the worst.

I dont have a taste for this sentimental drivel, she snapped, her voice sharp as a knife.

And I never signed up for this.

Lorna is your responsibility, not mine.

Before she could even reach for the car door, Kellan pressed the lock button on the keys in his hand, and the windows slid shut instantly.

Ms.

Clarke, I already owe you my life, he said, his voice dropping, eyes averted.

Someone will come for you soon.

have been dragged into this mess to begin

the kidnappers was no mere trifle; it was a

knew they could very well be ready to go down in flames

to ensure that Allison walked away

Allison shouted, now trapped

through

heart raced, and the wind howled through the scene, setting

fortress against the

build radiated an aura

a penetrating gaze on the man in the

all death row inmates with nothing left to

Impressive, Mr.

Lloyd.

youd piece that together, the man retorted, a cold laugh escaping his

jacket, an unsettling glint

bomb! someone shouted in

the peaked cap erupted into manic

know all

Lloyd.

brother and I? We were

in smoke together, right here on this coast! His bravado

at the mans words, her face a ghostly shade, large

trembling lips

watched Lorna, her neck ensnared

fiber of his being screamed for him to take

his voice

her distress evident in every agonized shudder, and

tone firm and unwavering, I wont just spare your lives, but Ill

voice, calm yet laced with deadly promise, cut through

much as suffers a scratch, Ill make sure you wish

peaked cap erupted

assassins materialized, surrounding the group with deadly

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