The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 321

Victoria's smile sparkled, dazzling in the evening light as she stood before him. She didn't answer Paul's question-just looked at him, eyes bright with mischief.

"I won. So, are you going to keep your promise to me now?"

Paul found himself momentarily lost in her smile. If he hadn't already been hopelessly infatuated with Vivian, he might have fallen for the woman standing before him right then and there.

He sighed, a little regretful. "Are you sure you don't want to consider being my girlfriend? I'm not exactly a bad catch, you know."

Victoria just laughed, the sound light and teasing. "I can keep coming over to cook and tidy up for you, Monday through Friday. But you have to give me an hour every day to teach me."

She didn't seem the least bit worried that Paul might back out in front of all these people. And honestly, he had no excuse to refuse.

"Deal. But I'm a tough teacher, you know. If you're hopeless at this, I'm going to be strict. Don't blame me if you end up in tears."

He leaned a little closer, his voice dropping suggestively. "I've been waiting for your famous four-course dinners, you know. No more takeout to fob me off, alright?"

Just then, Victoria's phone rang. Seeing McNeil's name on the screen, she frowned.

Of course. He must have found out she'd left Gwyneth at the old house-and now he was calling to give her a piece of his mind.

She answered with barely concealed impatience.

"Where are you right now? I told you to look after Gwyn. It's the weekend-you could have spent some time bonding. Instead, you dumped her at Grandpa's. Victoria, do I even matter to you anymore?"

been out for an

brief silence. Then McNeil said,

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They were already talking

Please.

of your mind? Did you get your wires crossed?

that, she hung up and shot him a text:

front of her. With everything settled, she finally felt ready to go home and spend

need to head back.

her glossy hair over her shoulder, Victoria opened the car door to leave, only to

can you please stop

"Victoria. I'm an engineer

broke over Paul's face. "I've heard of you! That famous racing game Quantum Core released-that was your project, wasn't it? Too bad

she didn't have time to keep chatting either. "I really have to go

caught a glimpse of Paul's friends-all of them had been watching her the

off your chins, will you? Have some self-respect," Paul joked, though he couldn't hide the grin tugging at his own

phone buzzed in his pocket. Seeing

rang several times before

you

was icy enough to cut glass. Paul was baffled. He'd racked his brain a hundred times lately and still couldn't figure out what he'd done to upset his cousin, a man