The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 328

Aside from the fact that he never showed up for his own wedding and was rumored to have a mistress stashed somewhere, McNeil was, in Paul's eyes, practically flawless.

Right now, though, McNeil was eyeing Paul with clear disapproval. "Greet her properly-"

He repeated himself, and Paul glanced at Victoria. The emotions flickered across his face so fast and so raw that even Victoria felt a twinge of sympathy for him.

"Who is she, exactly?"

Is this my cousin's wife?

Paul's face was a kaleidoscope of emotions, every shade in the book. Mrs. Nelson nudged her son gently.

"Honestly, Paul, is that how you greet your cousin's wife for the first time? McNeil, don't mind him-he's spoiled, that's my fault. He doesn't know any better."

McNeil's voice was cool and even. "Ignorance is no crime."

Mrs. Nelson and Madonna exchanged confused glances, clearly not grasping McNeil's meaning, but Paul's striking, fox-like eyes narrowed, and for a long moment, he was at a loss for words.

Victoria hadn't expected McNeil to introduce her to his family like this. But then she thought back on his odd behavior over the past few days-clearly, he had gotten the wrong idea.

"Cousin, since we're meeting for the first time, let me toast you-"

knocked

really, I can't accept that. If you want to drink, you should

occurred to him that the first woman he'd ever had a crush on would turn out to be his

he'd

was jealousy. But how was he

wronged-this was his first

Paul to the married couple, a sense

two have something to

why McNeil insisted Paul come to dinner,

your cousin's wife want to

Nelson entirely, McNeil got

the table. The question was so blunt and out

and her eyes sharpened. "Victoria, you wanted

sliced toward Madonna. "I'm talking to Paul. This

silent, her expression tightening with

"It's... it's

cousin. Otherwise, getting forced to drink would be the least of his

Paul's custom algorithm. He's brilliant-he solved a problem I've never been able to crack. I just wanted