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.

dampness from the storm outside

perched near the mountaintop, the temperature

McNeil stepped inside. Victoria heard his shallow, quick breaths; he sounded almost out of breath, as

His rain jacket was soaked through, evidence that he'd been caught in the worst of the

making a fire-his movements swift, practiced,

he said, barely

his dripping jacket and offered it, she didn't take it. Instead, he shook the water off and hung it on a jut of rock

the air,

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

then curled up with her head on

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

tried to push McNeil away, but his grip only tightened, holding her firmly

mind burying your face in my chest. Now it's just the two of us, and you're suddenly shy?" His tone was

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