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

near

found her, McNeil stepped inside. Victoria heard his shallow, quick breaths; he sounded almost

the scent of rain and cold clinging to him. His rain jacket was soaked through, evidence that he'd been caught

and started making a fire-his movements swift, practiced, nothing

me a hand," he said, barely

take it. Instead, he shook the water off and

silence, coaxing the fire to life. As warmth began to seep into the air, they retreated to opposite sides of the flames, keeping to themselves

by the steady trickling of a stream nearby and the relentless pounding of rain outside. Even huddled close to the fire, the chill cut

then curled up with her head on her knees,

around her. Someone's arms pulled her into a solid, familiar embrace, the scent of pine

tried to push McNeil away, but his

you didn't mind burying your face in my chest. Now it's just the two of us, and

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255