The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 215

The hospital room had been heavy with gloom, but suddenly, Osborn sprang up from his sickbed, his eyes shining.

"Really?"

Victoria had actually knitted him a scarf with her own hands. Was this his lucky day at last?

All his earlier complaints vanished in a flash. After Victoria spent a few minutes humoring him, she handed the scarf over to Yasmine, giving her clear instructions: make sure to tell Osborn the scarf was handmade by Victoria, and, if possible, try to bring back a photo of him wearing it.

Yasmine shot Victoria a long, meaningful look-her boss was finally starting to open her heart and let someone else in.

Carrying out her mission, Yasmine delivered the scarf to Osborn. Watching this tall, handsome man grinning like a fool as he cradled the scarf, Yasmine couldn't help but feel a pang of envy.

Especially when she added, "Mr. Clark, Ms. Turner insisted I get a picture of you wearing it. Would you mind striking a pose for her?"

Osborn's smile nearly split his face. "Why just try it on? I'm wearing it, and I'm not taking it off. You don't have to take the picture-I'll do it myself. Just help me decide which pose looks best."

Despite insisting he didn't need her help, he handed Yasmine his phone and proceeded to try every flamboyant pose he could think of. Yasmine figured she must have taken at least a hundred shots before her arms gave out.

"All right, Mr. Clark, I need to get back to Ms. Turner and let her know I delivered it. If you want more photos, you're on your own."

enough-half an hour of this was

but

to check on him, Osborn was already clamoring to be discharged early. Lyndon gave him a once-over and immediately noticed the bright blue scarf standing out against Osborn's otherwise sharp, grey tailored suit. The

scarf, huh?" Osborn asked, showing it off

exchanged baffled glances. "It's... fine, I

mean, 'fine'? It looks great-matches me perfectly," Osborn insisted, all puffed

was busy handling the discharge paperwork and barely spared him a

gave it to me?" Osborn teased,

impassive; he had no interest in

help Osborn pack up his

a single, cold word.

In fact, he looked even prouder. "Your boss made

suddenly sharp as knives, glaring at Osborn. "You're telling

a flurry of photos from both Yasmine and Osborn. She picked out the two best ones

Kimberly took her private

get your scarf. Take

close-ups that didn't reveal the hospital background— no

heavier than he had in Echo City-Kimberly finally

looking after him. I hope you'll visit Evermore City sometime, so I