The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 292

Chapter 292

Victoria was trembling with anger, every muscle in her body taut with outrage at his shamelessness. She was trapped in McNeil's arms, unable to move.

Right in front of her, McNeil leisurely unwrapped the box, his actions unhurried and deliberate. He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear, lips grazing that sensitive spot just behind it.

"Trying to plead for Ailie's sake, are you?" His voice was almost amused. "I'm curious, Victoria-just how much are you willing to sacrifice for that cheap affection of yours? Are you still the woman I once knew?"

She faced away from him, but even through the thin fabric of her blouse, she could feel the heat radiating from his body.

"I'm letting go of dead weight, not profit..." she said quietly.

She could give herself up, but she'd never abandon her interests.

After all the twists and turns, the only thing that truly mattered-the only real gain -was genuine affection. But someone like McNeil would never understand that.

He stilled, then gripped her chin and turned her face toward him, studying her with an intensity that seemed to strip her soul bare. For a few seconds, he simply stared. Then McNeil's lips curved into a cold smile.

"So, you figured it out?"

Victoria blanched, the blood draining from her face. McNeil had already let go of her, striding over to his desk and pulling a pack of cigarettes from the second drawer.

He took one out and tucked it between his lips, but didn't light it. Instead, he looked at her sideways, eyes sharp.

"What do you want, McNeil?" she demanded.

is for Ailie, I don't mind you spending the night

for someone else... then once won't

uncontrollably, like a

him?" Her voice was

bored, but

he replied

hand flew up in fury, but he caught her wrist before she could strike. With a

Victoria's eyes. "You bastard, McNeil, he's

between their tangled lips,

their bodies and the low, desperate sounds that

...

secretary rose from her seat, looking anxiously

"Ms. Marchand..."

herself. Violet wore an easy smile and a crisp, white business suit that made her look sharp and unflappable, every inch

curtains inside the office. Had some

new opportunities, Violet was always the

to go over some cooperation details-and figured she'd use the chance to visit McNeil as well. But the office

secretary stammered, completely at a loss for how to answer. Mr. Langford and Ms. Turner had been in there together

one knew what was happening inside. Still, a man and a woman alone for hours behind closed doors-everyone's imagination ran

secretary didn't dare think too much,

picked up the lunch delivery earlier. She'd asked the delivery guy, just to be sure, "You got the size right,

grin and a teasing wink. "You office folks sure know how to have fun. The guy

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