The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 312

Victoria glanced at her phone-it was already late. She barely knew this man, he certainly wasn't a child in need of looking after, and staying any longer just felt

inappropriate.

Quickly, she stood and apologized. K looked at her with a disarmingly innocent expression.

"If you have time tomorrow, could you come over again? I'd love to have your pasta," he said, a hint of playfulness in his voice.

Sometimes, a man's pleading could be even more persuasive than a woman's. Victoria, who still needed his help, found herself nodding before she could think twice.

Downstairs, Yasmine was waiting in the car and nearly dozing off. As soon as she saw Victoria emerge, she hopped out to open the door for her.

"All set, Ms. Turner?" she asked.

Victoria hesitated at the question. Was everything really settled?

She'd been here four or five hours. All she'd accomplished was tidying up his place, making him a meal, and taking a nap. As for what she'd actually come to discuss-she'd gotten nowhere. She remembered K's promise: after a few rounds of his game, he'd talk with her. But one round stretched into another, and by the time night fell, they still hadn't spoken. In the end, she'd simply let him usher her out.

Yasmine could read her disappointment right away. "No luck, huh?"

"It's fine. I'll come back tomorrow," Victoria replied.

"Wait, what?"

fruitless night, Victoria dragged herself into the office the next day, yawning nonstop. George spotted her and

see K? What did he say? Is he as eccentric as they

had

for it, so she just shook her head. "I haven't gone yet. Maybe next time— been busy

from her laptop during that last meeting and abruptly fell silent. Now that

focused on coding at her desk. After work, she headed back to K's apartment complex, making a stop at the market to restock his

again to his floor. This time, she just rang the doorbell. K opened the

greeted

saw the state of his living

yesterday, but now it was a complete mess again. K was sprawled out, surrounded by Lego bricks and collectible figurines, none of which seemed to have a place.

Victoria started

during her years abroad when she couldn't stomach local food, didn't disappoint. Back then, Lyndon and the others had gotten to know her by coming over for her home- cooked meals, and through their shared obsession with racing, they'd

fair, aside from all she'd done for McNeil during their marriage, she'd lived a pampered

no time at all, she'd prepared four dishes and a hearty soup. If she hadn't already eaten

stayed holed up in his room gaming until the aroma of

He didn't say a word, just sat

night of chores, it