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. Whatever we had ended the moment

agreement had his signature, "McNeil Langford," clear as day. After all, he'd sent Yasmine to deliver it to

poise, though to him, it only made her more

jaw. "You forced me to sign. Now you're upset that I did? Mrs.

free of his grip. Her face slipped easily into a

"This way, Mr. Langford."

rush. As they

she never hit it. Instead, she fell straight

for a long moment, they simply stared at each other, neither willing to let go. McNeil, starved for her touch after a month and a half without her-or any woman-felt his eyes darken with

throwing yourself at me on purpose?" His voice was

their cameras, eager to capture this steamy, electric

shout rang out from the

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