The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 260

Victoria didn't want to argue with him in front of their daughter. She just scooped Gwyn up in her arms and carried her back to the bedroom.

Xenia had already turned on the soft, warm bedside lamp in Gwyn's room. She remembered how Gwyn had always been afraid of the dark and so clingy as a little girl. Before Violet came into their lives, Xenia used to stay by her side until she fell asleep.

Now, Gwyn was clinging tightly to Victoria, her small face full of worry.

"Mommy, you're not going to leave, are you?"

Earlier, when she'd gotten lost, it was Max who found her. Max seemed like a nice person, too.

But for some reason, the thought that Mommy might become Max's aunt, and that they might end up living together like she and Violet did, made Gwyneth's heart twist uncomfortably.

She wrapped her arms around Victoria's neck, refusing to let go even when Victoria tried to tuck her into bed.

Victoria gently stroked her daughter's hair, her voice soft and soothing. "No, sweetheart, I'm not going anywhere. I'll stay right here with you."

Gwyneth really had been terrified back in the plaza.

Victoria had never seen her daughter so shaken before. Even with McNeil standing right beside them, Gwyneth only wanted her mother.

raised Gwyneth herself-seeing her daughter so scared and upset broke

adored Violet, and no matter how uneasy Victoria sometimes felt about it, she wanted

child she'd carried for nine months, risked her life to bring into the world-how could she ever

good, Gwyn. Try

pressed a kiss to Gwyneth's cheek and lay down beside her, holding

Mommy wasn't leaving did Gwyneth finally relax. She curled up tighter in Victoria's arms, still holding

snack is ready. Should I bring it up for her? There's a plate for you as well-would you like

family come home together, her heart

longer than Haley had. Haley was Victoria's maid, always loyal and trustworthy, but Xenia considered herself part of the family

as Victoria stepped inside, Xenia had gone straight to the kitchen to prepare a

all right. I'll take

finished a cigarette, his solitary figure framed by

for a while. He

third cigarette, Violet's call came in again. This time, he

coming

voice was gentle, almost hesitant, tinged with

has a fever-I need to look after