The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 135

Victoria clipped her name badge back on, ready to put distance between herself and McNeil. But before she could take a step, his hand clamped firmly around her waist.

In the middle of the bustling crowd, their posture was intimate—almost scandalous.

"Mr. Langford, control yourself," Victoria said coolly. She kept her expression icy, certain that McNeil wouldn't dare make a scene in such a public place. But his eyes glinted with a raw, undisguised hunger.

"You dressed like this just to welcome me, didn't you? God, Victoria, you really are shameless," he growled through gritted teeth.

"When it's just the two of us, you never cared about baring everything. Do you even realize how many people are here right now?"

How dare she flaunt herself without his permission-especially in front of so many people? She was openly tempting him, making it impossible for him to look at her without picturing her writhing beneath him in bed.

If the day weren't so important and the room not so full, McNeil would have dragged her off and shown her exactly what she did to him.

Victoria's lips curled in a slight, mocking smile. Her radiant face looked almost innocent, but her eyes held only scorn.

you're flattering yourself. Not every woman wants to throw herself at you. Whatever we had ended the moment you signed those

Langford," clear as day. After all, he'd

icy poise, though to him, it only

to sign. Now you're upset that I did? Mrs. Langford, you're

his grip. Her face slipped easily into

"This way, Mr. Langford."

As

hard floor. But she never hit it. Instead, she fell

against his suit, and for a long moment, they simply stared at each other, neither willing to let go. McNeil, starved for her touch after a month

throwing yourself at me on purpose?" His voice

their cameras, eager to capture

a shout rang out from

the new VP of Quantum