The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 322

Chapter 322

A faint, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corner of McNeil's lips, the

upward tilt betraying his good mood.

"Coming home," he said, and ended the call.

On his way back, he passed by a flower shop and decided to pick up a bouquet.

When he arrived, Gwyneth was the first to greet him at the door.

"Wow, Daddy, the flowers are so pretty!"

She reached out, trying to grab them, but her little arms couldn't even begin to wrap around the bouquet. McNeil dodged her tiny hands. "These are for your mom."

He glanced around the hallway. "Where is she?"

"Mom's in the kitchen. I told her I wanted chicken wings in cola sauce, and she said she'd make them for me."

Gwyneth was beaming, still delighted from the game her mom had just played with her.

McNeil headed to the kitchen. The chicken wings were already set out on the table, but Victoria was nowhere to be seen.

Xenia happened to walk by as he stood there, still holding the bouquet.

"Where's Mrs. McNeil?"

"She got a phone call and stepped out," Xenia answered without hesitation.

McNeil's face darkened instantly. Without a word, he tossed the bouquet straight into the trash and strode out of the house.

Gwyneth ran over to the table, thrilled to see her favorite chicken wings ready, but paused, watching her father's retreating figure with confusion. "What's wrong with Daddy?"

sighed. "Oh, what a

the missus is down in the dumps. Now that she's started ignoring him, he's the one losing his mind. Those two are a pair of star-crossed lovers if I've ever

keys-no chauffeur this time-and peeled out of the driveway, engine roaring, leaving the household staff

he sped through

picked up, the background

me the

"What's up with you? Jumping out of your skin. Didn't you just invite that woman

shook his head, trying to play it cool, but his heart was pounding. "Not

McNeil kept haunting him. He'd said he'd come by

A few minutes

her and let out a whistle. Victoria, unfazed, had

draped over her shoulders. She looked every bit the picture of

"Hey, sis-in-law-"

with a chorus. Victoria just rolled

off his

thumbs up-some things

call me here just to keep you company drinking, did

crowd tonight, and you had

her wholesome outfit, she clearly wasn't the type to frequent places

I'll teach you

over and plopped her down on the sofa beside him, treating her

"If there's nothing else,

Now, she was past that; this scene

dice, count the numbers. Loser takes a drink. Don't worry, just a sip-it won't get you

let her leave, and his friends egged them

"Five rounds, best of three. If you win, I'll drink with you. If I win, you

up years ago. Paul's friends whistled again, surprised by how readily she agreed. Paul himself hadn't expected it

talk big. Bring it

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