The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 307

Chapter 307

McNeil's phone had gone straight to voicemail.

Violet's mind was running wild with images of McNeil in the shower. Was that why she couldn't reach him? Were they... busy right now?

She couldn't stand not knowing. If McNeil wouldn't answer, she'd get to the

bottom of it another way-so she dialed Victoria.

Victoria, at that moment, was pressed up against the wardrobe, her towel yanked away, right in the heat of things with McNeil.

"My-my phone's ringing."

She barely managed to gasp out the words between his feverish kisses, but McNeil wasn't about to let her go. He held her close, staggering with her over to the room's only table, lifted her onto it, and, without looking, grabbed her phone, swiped to answer, and brought it to her ear.

"Pick up-"

Victoria glanced down at the screen. Ms. Marchand.

She hesitated, looking at McNeil for help, but his next move left her trembling so hard she nearly dropped the phone.

With the phone pressed to her ear, Victoria managed a shaky, "Hello—"

She'd barely gotten the word out before McNeil's lips found hers again. She gasped, covering her mouth with her hand as sounds escaped, not realizing that Violet could hear the strange noises on the other end. When Violet tried to listen more closely, though, the line went silent.

"Where's McNeil?"

man pinning her beneath him, completely confused as to why

"Ms. Marchand-"

neck, his kisses leaving her breathless. The phone slipped from her grasp and fell to the floor. Without missing

leaned in, and Victoria couldn't take it anymore, her muffled moans slipping out, low

other end, Violet's face went bloodless as she

phone was

her. He picked up her phone, holding it in one hand.

that, he shut the phone

it out of bed the next morning, her whole body aching from a night that never seemed

finally opened her eyes, she realized she had less than ten minutes

bed, rushed through her morning routine, and threw on her clothes as fast

the elevator up to the tech department, and was greeted by

his shower

What happens between a married couple is none of your business," another co-worker

one look at the group, and barked, "Enough with the party-get

spell. The laughter died at once- nothing killed

she'd settled in,

what happened with you and McNeil last night? The whole company's talking about

gossipy, almost gleeful curiosity, as if she were

so I went to get his

conspiratorial squeal. "Wait, wait-you two

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