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.

woman wants to throw herself at you. Whatever we had ended the moment you signed those

agreement had his signature, "McNeil Langford," clear as

but icy poise, though to him, it only made

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

subtly pulling free of his grip. Her face

"This way, Mr. Langford."

late and in a rush. As they brushed by

balance, bracing for the cold, hard floor. But she never hit

each other, neither willing to let go. McNeil, starved for her touch after a month and a half without her-or any woman-felt

purpose?" His voice was low and rough,

raised their cameras, eager to capture

out

the new VP of Quantum Core