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."

of this was

up to, but Yasmine

the bright blue scarf standing out against Osborn's

scarf, huh?" Osborn asked, showing it off to

York exchanged baffled glances. "It's...

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

meanwhile, was busy handling the discharge paperwork and barely spared him

any idea who gave it to me?" Osborn teased,

impassive; he had no interest

up his

muttered a single,

the least. In fact, he looked even prouder. "Your boss made this for me herself. I

sharp as knives, glaring

a flurry of photos from both Yasmine and Osborn. She

her private

Take a look

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

he had in Echo City-Kimberly finally let out

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