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?

on the meeting," Violet warned her, convinced her team had made a mistake. It was probably just one of Victoria's house staff, but someone

relieved that no

on for another ten minutes or so. Violet had everyone lower their heads to study the

when, suddenly, the bathroom door opened and a

underwear from the third drawer on

through

conference room, Violet

erupted. The whole room was

McNeil's voice. It really was him-McNeil was

the two of them, alone, with McNeil fresh out of the

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

mortified, slammed her laptop shut and yanked out the

closet, digging through

McNeil. She didn't have the nerve to open her laptop again-not when she

you stop? Is the meeting over

came from

find herself pinned against the closet, his arms braced on either side, locking her

beads of water clinging to his hair. His bare chest was still misted with steam, a towel slung low

"McNeil-"

by the neck, lowering his forehead to

ever so

flawless skin, turning the tips of her

let her call him anything but

and hungry, his hands sliding to her waist, pulling her tight against