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 had seeped into her bones,

enough, but perched near the mountaintop,

breaths; he sounded almost out of breath, as if

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

movements swift, practiced, nothing like someone used to a life of

me a hand," he said, barely glancing

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

to seep into the air, they

of a stream nearby and the relentless pounding of rain outside. Even huddled close to the

then curled up with her head on her knees, exhaustion

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

tried to push McNeil away, but his grip only tightened,

Now it's just the two of us, and you're suddenly shy?" His tone was teasing, but something in it was

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