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?

probably just one of Victoria's house staff, but someone had overheard a man's voice and

was relieved that

for another ten minutes or so. Violet had everyone lower their heads

when, suddenly, the

hand me my underwear from the third drawer on the left in

McNeil's voice came through loud and clear-from Victoria's laptop

room, Violet included, heard every

erupted. The whole room was

voice. It really was him-McNeil was back, and not only that, he was

with McNeil fresh out of the

home. Had the two of them already...

shut and yanked out the

the closet, digging through the drawers as McNeil had

was officially ruined, thanks to McNeil. She didn't have the nerve to open

Is

from right behind

turned, only to find herself pinned against the closet, his arms braced on

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

"McNeil-"

caught her gently by the neck, lowering his

so slightly. "Call me

grazed her flawless skin, turning the tips of her ears pink. Call

her call him anything but McNeil. Her back pressed firmly against the closet, McNeil's

sliding to her waist, pulling her tight against