The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 164

Chapter 164

A blinding beam of light suddenly swept over, and Victoria instinctively raised her hand to shield her face.

As her eyes adjusted, she realized who was standing before her-it was McNeil.

He stared at her, his gaze icy, expression unreadable.

"Do you have any idea that everyone's out there looking for you?"

Victoria honestly didn't know. At that moment, the only thing she wanted was an explanation for why Violet's photographer had lured her out here, only to vanish into thin air.

If she hadn't had some wilderness survival training—and even won a few tough competitions—someone like her, just an ordinary woman, probably would have been scared half to death.

"Oh," she replied, noncommittal.

from the

perched near the mountaintop, the temperature

breaths;

clinging to him. His rain jacket was soaked through,

started making a fire-his movements swift, practiced, nothing like someone used to a life

he said, barely glancing her way-a command,

offered it, she didn't take it. Instead, he shook the water

to seep into the air, they retreated to opposite sides of the flames, keeping to themselves like strangers forced together

only by the steady trickling of a stream nearby and the relentless pounding of rain outside. Even huddled close

curled up with her head on her knees, exhaustion pressing her

but suddenly, warmth wrapped around her. Someone's arms pulled her into a solid, familiar embrace,

awake, Victoria tried to push McNeil away, but his

the two of us, and you're suddenly

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