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.

herself to McNeil. The dampness from the storm outside had seeped into her

but perched near the mountaintop, the

inside. Victoria heard his shallow, quick breaths; he sounded almost out

him. His rain jacket was soaked through,

and started making a fire-his movements swift,

said, barely glancing her way-a

moved over, but when McNeil shrugged off his dripping jacket and offered it, she didn't take it. Instead,

warmth began to seep into the air, they retreated

the steady trickling of a stream nearby and the

then curled up with her head on her

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

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

chest. Now it's just the two of us, and you're suddenly shy?" His tone

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