The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 311

"You're...K?"

Victoria could hardly believe it.

Right in front of her, the boy pulled off his shirt without a second thought, revealing a lean, muscular torso. Then, just as casually, he grabbed a fresh T-shirt from the sofa and pulled it on, moving around with the easy comfort of someone alone in their own home.

"How old are you, anyway?" he asked, running a hand through his hair. "I'm twenty-three. You can't be more than, what, twenty-five? So who do you think I am?"

Hearing his age only left Victoria more confused. The guy-no, man-was barely two years younger than her. But that face, all innocent charm and sharp, upturned eyes... How could anyone look so angelic and yet so mischievous at the same time?

"I actually came to talk with you about that algorithm project," she said once she'd gathered herself. "I was hoping you might have some time?"

K glanced at her, stifling a yawn, and rubbed his stomach dramatically, as though he hadn't eaten in days. "I'm starving. Can't think straight unless I get some food."

Victoria's gaze drifted around his apartment. Clothes scattered everywhere, expensive action figures piled on shelves and carpeting the floor-total chaos. That old saying came to mind: even a rat would need GPS to find its way in here. "What do you want to eat?" she offered. "I can cook something for you."

That, at least, she could handle. Victoria wasn't much of a chef, but she could manage a simple bowl of pasta.

over there. Help yourself," K replied, waving a hand. "Once I've eaten, I'll be able to think. Just don't burn my kitchen down. I'm gonna

Victoria alone with his mountain of collectibles-apparently unconcerned she might walk off with

wave of despair. Picking her way around what looked like weeks-old laundry, she made it to the

she opened the fridge, an avalanche of food tumbled out: fruit, vegetables, all stuffed in haphazardly. She barely

didn't spend much time cooking. After sorting through the

coming over. Anyone else would have shaken their head at the state of this

up the kitchen, tossing

minutes later, the meal was ready. Victoria

gunfire and explosions from his game echoed through the door, but he called

the mess in the living room, feeling dizzy. She'd never seen a place this chaotic. The thought of discussing work with K

at her before heading straight for the kitchen and digging in. As soon as he'd finished, he disappeared

rolled up her sleeves and started cleaning, unable to stand the mess. She'd grown up in spotless homes; being here sent her neat-freak tendencies into overdrive. Two hours later, after she'd scrubbed, vacuumed, and organized everything in sight, night had fallen outside. She nearly forgot why she'd come in the first place. When K finally

did you do to my

sheepish. "Sorry, it was just so messy I

thought. If he were, she'd have

his empty bowl. "Got any more? I'm