The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel 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.

She had no desire to explain herself to McNeil. The dampness from the storm outside had seeped into her bones, leaving her shivering.

The cave was dry enough, but perched near the mountaintop, the temperature inside was still freezing.

Once he’d found her, McNeil stepped inside. Victoria heard his shallow, quick breaths; he sounded almost out of breath, as if he’d rushed to get there.

He passed by her, the scent of rain and cold clinging to him. His rain jacket was soaked through, evidence that he’d been caught in the worst of the downpour.

Without a word, he knelt and started making a fire—his movements swift, practiced, nothing like someone used to a life of luxury.

“Come give me a hand,” he said, barely glancing her way—a command, not a request.