The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 315

The driver suddenly changed course halfway through the trip, steering the car straight toward Victoria's house.

Haley was more than a little surprised to see McNeil show up unannounced. She knew he'd come on his own, because the lady of the house had gone straight to bed after coming home-there was no way she'd arranged to meet with him. "Sir," Haley greeted, opening the door.

"Where's Mrs. Langford?" McNeil asked immediately.

"She's already in bed for the night."

McNeil checked his watch, skeptical. "Asleep? This early?"

Hearing that Victoria was home, his mood improved slightly.

Haley explained, "She's barely been sleeping these days. For the past week, she's come home in the early hours, sometimes not until sunrise. The company must be keeping her busy. Tonight, she had dinner and then went straight upstairs to rest."

McNeil felt a surge of heat rush to his head. "She's been staying out all night?"

Haley suddenly realized she might've said too much, but what was done was done there was no taking it back.

Before she could think of how to salvage the situation, she heard the car door slam shut behind her. McNeil had already gone.

gotten into him lately?" Haley muttered. "He seems so

let his emotions show. Even when

showing up without warning, leaving just as abruptly.

time. From her perspective, if Victoria truly didn't care for him anymore, she'd actually support them going their separate ways. Better that than ending up like her own

not even bother to explain. He had no desire to return to the villa they'd shared; the anger

Gwyneth was in the living room, happily playing with her cousins, and didn't notice McNeil's arrival. His mother, Madonna Nelson, hadn't seen her son in ages, but still greeted him with her

found comfort in these days was that McNeil and Victoria seemed to

Madonna only had to offer her a treat or two, and the little girl would tell her anything she

hadn't noticed her son's sour mood. When he headed off to

grandfather right now. Whatever you have to say, save it for

turned to leave, only for Madonna to stop him

precious son of his. If you've

shot his mother a disinterested glance, then fished a cigarette out of his pocket and stuck

I supposed to do, babysit him? Besides, it's the middle of the night—shouldn't he be

expression frosted over. "He may be your cousin, but Paul's always been a strange one. He barely lets anyone near him except you. All he does is mess around with useless things-computer games, cars, extreme sports, never a quiet moment. Your uncle wants him to come back and take over the family business, but Paul ignores him. At least he listens

you want me

least listen to her. She's been trying to marry into this family for years—who would have guessed you'd turn around and marry Victoria instead? I can't help but feel sorry for Violet. Now that you and Victoria have