The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 262

Victoria froze, halfway through getting dressed, caught off guard by Gwyneth's request.

She'd just had a tense run-in with McNeil-his touch had been met with

indifference, even outright rejection from her. Agreeing to Gwyneth's wish was one thing, but McNeil?

He'd never appeared with her together in public. Victoria wasn't sure she could do it, and she certainly couldn't answer on McNeil's behalf.

Gwyneth's eyes were full of hope. Usually, it was always Daddy and Ms. Marchand who picked her up from school. She was happy enough with that, but lately, her classmates had started asking why it was always her dad and Violet- didn't she have a mom?

She wanted her friends to know that she did have a mother. That's why she'd made the request.

And after getting lost not long ago, Gwyneth had been terrified she'd never see her mom again.

Memories of her mother's care, her gentle hugs-warmer and sweeter than Ms. Marchand's had flooded her when she sat alone, frightened and helpless on the sidewalk.

"Mommy, I'll be good from now on. I won't make you mad anymore."

She was so scared of being apart from her mom again.

McNeil's face was cold, but when he looked at his

will pick you up with

couldn't bring herself to refuse, not when it

her

Mommy loves

arms, latching onto her like a little koala, refusing to

was overwhelmed

was pulling on his suit jacket. "You'll take Gwyn to school later. I have to get to the office," he

the car start

left the chauffeur behind, and Victoria was free to choose any car in

into a pretty braid and dressing her

recovering, Gwyneth stayed glued to Victoria's side, even curling up in her lap during

hugged her daughter, her heart melting at Gwyneth's rosy

was the

the school gates, Victoria held

together. The

you often. I suppose you and your

your

paused. She'd always assumed McNeil and Violet dropped Gwyneth off every day, but apparently, even that