The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 317

After all that, Victoria messaged K with a heartfelt apology. She explained there was something going on at home, so she couldn't make it over and might not be able to see him for a while.

Meanwhile, Paul slept like the dead, but his internal clock never failed to jolt him awake at exactly six-thirty in the evening.

He waited and waited, but there was still no sign of Victoria. A bandage was still stuck across the bridge of his nose from yesterday-McNeil's punch had nearly broken it, and even now, Paul couldn't quite shake off the lingering dread. What he really couldn't figure out was why his own cousin had hit him in the first place.

When the doorbell rang, Paul's heart skipped-maybe it was Victoria. Instead, it turned out to be a delivery guy.

Paul scowled. "I didn't order anything."

The delivery guy double-checked. "The address is right here. This is for you."

Paul took the bag and opened it, only to find a full spread-four entrees and a hearty soup, all neatly packed.

He instantly knew who had sent it.

That woman who'd been clinging to him for days, only to run off the moment she had enough.

So she thought she could just order him some food and be done with it? What a joke.

Without a second glance, Paul dumped the whole bag straight into the trash, not even bothering to see which five-star restaurant in Starfall City it had come from.

That meal must've cost over a thousand bucks, but Paul couldn't care less. He blocked Victoria's number without a shred of hesitation.

Victoria, after work, went to pick up Gwyneth. By the time she remembered K, it was already late.

tucked Gwyneth in, she sent

what

with no reply. Victoria assumed he was busy gaming and

the master bedroom she'd once shared with McNeil. She worried he might come home,

at his office until nearly ten. He didn't even feel like stopping by Winding Peak

he just said he'd be heading

the driveway, the lights in the house were on, but

his daughter's room, thinking Victoria might

Gwyneth fast asleep, hugging her stuffed animal, and felt a

his shoes and made his way

in the master bed, her breathing deep and even-clearly, she'd been

climbed in beside her, careful as he pulled the covers

studied her beautiful sleeping face. Right then, he realized

he bear the thought of his wife-McNeil's wife-letting

blood boil. If Paul weren't his cousin, Starfall City would've had one more body in

pressed a kiss to Victoria's forehead, then down to the tip of her nose, and finally, to her lips—a deep, almost desperate kiss that threatened to

was no way she could keep ignoring him with the way

Eventually, she woke up.

Her tone

reached out, gripping her delicate chin until she had no choice but to

happy

being manhandled like this, but with McNeil pinning her down, there was no way she

when he was angry-or when he wanted something. Her experience