The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 306

Victoria could hear the sound of running water from the bathroom not long after.

Outside the video call, the office was in an uproar. Her coworkers in the conference room were buzzing with excitement, their laughter rising in waves, each teasing remark louder than the last.

Victoria's face was so red it looked like she might start bleeding from embarrassment. Thank God she wasn't actually at the office right now- otherwise, she'd want to crawl under a rock and disappear.

"What's going on? Why's everyone so worked up?”

Violet had stepped out for a moment, and when she returned, she found the atmosphere unusually giddy.

"It's Victoria. Her husband's back, and he's taking a shower right now."

Someone blurted it out, not realizing Violet was standing right there. He was grinning sheepishly when the person next to him nudged him in the side, only to look up and see Ms. Marchand right in front of him, startling him into silence.

Violet frowned as she realized everyone was gossiping about Victoria and her husband.

No one had a clue what Violet was thinking at that moment. Beneath her calm exterior, she was the only one in the room who actually knew who Victoria's husband really was.

Victoria had gone back to the Turner estate. Even if she hadn't had time lately to be with McNeil, he was the last person anyone would expect to show up at Victoria's side out of the blue.

"If you're all rested, let's get started."

Violet cut in, her tone impatient, and the room fell instantly silent.

Victoria, meanwhile, was grateful for the quiet. With McNeil in the bathroom and the door closed, things had finally calmed down in her room. The heat in her cheeks slowly faded. McNeil was never the type to overstep, so why was he acting so out of character today?

made a mistake. It was probably

relieved that

ten minutes or so. Violet had everyone lower

notes when, suddenly, the bathroom

hand me my underwear from the third drawer on the left in the closet? I forgot

through loud and clear-from Victoria's laptop

room, Violet

erupted. The whole room was in

white as a sheet when she recognized McNeil's voice. It really was

of them, alone, with McNeil fresh out of

at work, had no idea when McNeil had gotten home. Had the two of them already... gotten intimate before the meeting, or were they planning to

shut and yanked out the power cord. She'd had

the closet, digging through the drawers as McNeil

have the nerve to open her

stop? Is the meeting

voice came from right behind

against the closet, his arms braced on

His bare chest was still misted with steam, a towel slung low around his narrow waist. Startled, Victoria dropped his clothes to the

"McNeil-"

he caught her gently by the

lips parted ever so slightly. "Call

skin, turning the

nearly laughed. As if he'd ever let her call him anything but McNeil. Her back pressed firmly

kiss was fierce and hungry, his hands sliding to her waist, pulling her