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 more than

what Victoria was up to, but Yasmine just made up an

bright blue scarf standing out against Osborn's otherwise sharp, grey tailored suit. The color clashed terribly, but Osborn was beaming like an idiot.

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

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

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

discharge paperwork and

who gave it to me?" Osborn teased, milking the moment for all it

had no

Osborn pack up his things. Osborn was

muttered a single, cold word.

prouder. "Your boss made this for me herself. I think she's finally starting to

froze mid-step, his eyes suddenly sharp as knives, glaring at Osborn. "You're telling me Victoria made you that

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

Victoria's house, Kimberly took her private jet straight

your scarf. Take a look at these," Victoria messaged, attaching

the hospital background— no need to worry Kimberly

than he had in Echo City-Kimberly

you, Victoria, for looking after him. I hope you'll visit Evermore City