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.

to think. Just don't burn my kitchen down. I'm gonna play

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

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

soon as she opened the fridge, an avalanche of food tumbled out: fruit, vegetables, all stuffed in haphazardly. She barely managed to catch a carton of eggs before it

pans were neatly arranged; she'd be able to find what she needed. From the looks of things, though, K didn't spend much time cooking. After sorting through the packaged foods, she tossed out anything expired-there was a lot then tied on a clean apron and set

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

she tidied up the kitchen, tossing out the mountain

minutes later, the meal was ready. Victoria knocked on K's door.

explosions from his game echoed through the door, but he called back, "Just let

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

and digging

alone, Victoria couldn't help herself. She 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

did you do to my

was just so messy I couldn't help

this, she thought. If he were, she'd have run from their engagement on the

approvingly, handing her his empty bowl. "Got any