Secrets Of The Neglected Wife

Chapter 862:

Allison frowned as she carefully wrapped the bandage around his wound. “If we’d had a smooth journey here, maybe I’d believe you. But we were just tossed around in seawater. How could you not feel it?” she asked, her tone sharp with disbelief.noveldrama

Kellan leaned in, his lips brushing against hers. “I just didn’t want you to worry,” he murmured. He kept his eyes on her as she worked on the bandage, her hands steady and focused.

Suddenly, their quiet moment was shattered by a gunshot outside. It was followed almost instantly by the sound of people screaming in panic. Allison froze, her hands pausing mid-motion.

She quickly recalled the cruise ship’s layout — there was a window in the room that overlooked the lower deck. Her eyes fell on the coffee table, where a remote control sat. It looked identical to the one she had seen in Kylo’s office.

She grabbed the remote and pressed one of the buttons. With a soft mechanical hum, the stone wall began to lower, revealing a glass window covered by blinds. “Someone’s heading this way,” she said, her voice steady but tense.

Allison moved closer to the window and peered down at the scene below. She instantly recognized the man stepping inside — it was Verruckt. Behind him, armed men in sharp suits followed, sending the guests into a panic. Screams echoed as people scattered in all directions. The waiters, dressed in their black uniforms, reacted quickly. They drew pistols and formed a tight circle around Verruckt and his men. Verruckt stood tall, showing no fear despite the guns pointed at him. “Bring Kylo out,” he demanded, his voice firm and commanding.

Kylo didn’t bother hiding. He emerged slowly, his steps deliberate, and a calm smile on his face. “So, you’re Mr. Verruckt Shaw,” Kylo said lightly. “You’ve chased off my guests. I assume this is urgent?”

Though his lips curved into a smile, the chill radiating from Kylo was evident and sharp, like a bitter winter wind. His fearless gaze locked onto Verruckt and his group, as if daring them to make a move. It was the kind of look that seemed capable of freezing someone in their tracks.

“You know exactly what you’ve done, Mr. Vargas,” Verruckt replied, his tone sharp. He raised his eyes to the upper level. “You’ve been protecting people you shouldn’t. Hand them over now, and I’ll leave quietly,” Verruckt warned.

Verruckt stood there like a devil, unshaken and devoid of fear or faith. Even in the presence of someone as formidable as Kylo, he showed no trace of intimidation. It almost seemed as though he was ready to rip Kylo’s head off with his bare hands.

Kylo, however, met his defiance with a frosty smile. “You’re overthinking this, Mr. Shaw,” he said, his tone cool and controlled. With an air of ease, Kylo ran his fingers over the smooth surface of the jade ring he wore.

“I don’t shelter those I shouldn’t,” he continued, his voice steady. “And I certainly don’t need others to teach me what to do.”

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