The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 106

"It wasn't from me-it was from Grandfather. He asked me to bring it to you. Was

that trending post your handiwork? Victoria, I really misjudged you."

McNeil's accusation-"I misjudged you"-only drew a sardonic smile from Victoria.

"Whatever you say."

Since the gift was from Grandfather, she accepted it without further ceremony.

Of course it was that landscape painting.

When Victoria returned to change and head out, Haley, the housekeeper, couldn't help but worry.

"Miss..."

Victoria caught the hint in Haley's voice and offered a faint smile. "I'm fine. I'm just going back to check on Grandfather."

She slipped into a clean dress and, when she emerged, McNeil was already waiting outside, leaning against the car. He wore a sharp black-and-white suit, tall and composed, cupping a lighter as he lit a cigarette and exhaled a thin stream of smoke.

When he saw Victoria, he barely glanced her way, then tossed the cigarette to the ground and crushed it underfoot.

Victoria didn't bother with the driver's seat; instead, she opened the back door and slid in.

partners in all things, a team who could talk about anything. Now, it was

Victoria had no intention

coat cinched around her waist. Compared

"We're here."

Victoria stepped out, McNeil couldn't help but glance at her. Just a

was waiting for them. He brightened at the

how my handwriting's

in high spirits. McNeil, sensing the mood, went to brew some

obediently approached. She watched as Grandfather brushed bold, confident strokes onto the paper. No one would believe this was the same man who'd been at

looking well. And your spirits seem high,

caught her meaning. A faint blush crept over his weathered face,

fox, he quickly changed the

finally raised the matter of

stood nearby, listening absently as he prepared

McNeil and I have

hiding it anymore. There was no

was over.

scalding water splashed onto the back

unbothered, though the skin was

"What? Divorce?"

ink onto the paper, the black bleeding through the

making no